In a dream, I was pushed to the edge of something solid but seemingly formless. My instinct told me that the edge I felt was the end of everything in this world, in terms of space and time. Never could anyone go beyond the solid end, both physically and mentally, as is the same for the other side of the edge. It lures me into the final questions: where are we? What is the purpose of this design? Should there be a purpose?

Our 1465th day, the holiday is coming. I'm very happy to go to accompany you for several days.

I washed all the dirty clothes, had a bath in the evening. The good news was that I helped the graduate association to recruit new graduates. It meaned that I could finish my job finally.

See you tomorrow, my lucky dog.[心]

#tsn#
加州的雨我的泪
在大银幕上看我CP又离了一次婚
这艘幽灵船的甲板还能再擦十年

I'm not coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for everything. ( Everything but Mark.
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I "was" your only friend. You got one friend.
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- I have to get your attention.
- I need my CFO.
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What did you mean "get left behind"?
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Mark doesn't need money. He needs to be protected.
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- Wardo, I need you.
- I'm here for you.