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My boss.
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Categories: youthfulness
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Six years ago, you were my teacher; three years ago, you were my boss; today, in the future, you are my lover. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. It's kind of a lighthearted essay, really lighthearted, really... I'm not a stepmother... New pit: just finished a period of time of the text: the earliest a text: group number: 91548890 welcome to knock on the door, hehehe.