Make up tomorrow.

Make up tomorrow.

"Pirate's Scourge ()"

Headache, nausea, and sore eyes.

I don't know if it was because of insufficient blood supply to the brain caused by the cervical vertebrae.

In this state, from sitting in the afternoon to the present, I forced myself to write, and then cut and cut, and finally only 297 words came out.

Originally, the coding speed is slow. Instead of stuffing meaningless things in the chapters, it is better to leave the keyboard with both hands.

The statement is over, um... let's keep the third watch tomorrow...

I pulled my hips as soon as I asked for a ticket, I... I'm sorry.

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