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 The Zhishui Sword Sect is on the side of Lingxi Mountain, only a few days away from the Wulin League. Sheng Hechen, the leader of the Wulin League, set the Wulin Conference on the 20th of the first lunar month, so they can spend the Lantern Festival in the gate before leaving.
 In previous years, martial arts conferences were usually held in February and March, but it was the first time in the first month of the year. Jiang Su knew that Sheng Hechen was discussing the matter of the Lingxi Mountain landslide that shook the secret room "Unbearable", and he also knew the result of the discussion in the book, so he did not Don't worry, what he is more worried about now is the matter of sending the sword.
 Although he had already agreed to Mu Yichuan, he really couldn't bear it in his heart. He wished he could spend all day in the hidden sword pavilion, looking at the swords he had accumulated over the years one by one. What makes it different is that he can even create a set of different moves for the sword. Every sword...he is reluctant to part with it.
 On the day of the Lantern Festival, there were lights and festoons outside, but Jiang Su's heart was ashamed.
 Mu Yichuan has been able to walk on the ground a few days ago. The young man has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and his health is good, so he recovered very quickly. Today Jiang Su asked Mu Yichuan to come to his hidden sword pavilion to pick up swords. He waited outside the hidden sword pavilion with a slumped face. His disciples came and went in front of him. For a while, no one dared to talk to him.
 He waited for quite a while, and finally Mu Yichuan came.
 Today Mu Yichuan changed into the new clothes that Zhang Wenxue prepared for him. Although the injury has not healed, his right hand is still inconvenient to move, but from the outside, there is no difference.
 He raised his hand to greet Jiang Su from a distance away, and he seemed to be in a good mood—that's right, Jiang Su thought, he was going to take away a wife he had loved for many years today, of course he would be very happy.
 But Jiang Su was not happy.
 Dejectedly, he led Mu Yichuan into the hidden sword pavilion, waiting for Mu Yichuan to choose a sword from among them, and Mu Yichuan looked at Jiang Su's treasures for many years in front of him, as if seeing something peerless, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, full of amazement , looked left and right for a moment, carefully took a sword from the sword stand, looked back at Jiang Su, and said: "This is the Yuhong Sword."
 Jiang Su didn't expect him to recognize his treasure at a glance. He was a little surprised, but nodded, and said, "Yes."
 Mu Yichuan asked back: "Do you know how to use a soft sword?"
 Jiang Su smiled and replied: "As long as there is a word of sword, there is nothing I haven't tried."
 Mu Yichuan put the Yuhong Sword back, and raised his hand to caress another sword on the side. Compared with the Yuhong Sword, this sword is huge and almost as tall as someone. Before he could ask, Jiang Su had already answered, saying : "It's the Giant Slash of Sword Forging Villa."
 He has seen it.
 Like him, Mu Yichuan is also a person who understands swords and loves swords.
 If all the treasures in his room are displayed, Mu Yichuan must be able to recognize seven or eight out of ten. He has been in the book for ten years, and it is the first time he has met someone who has the same temperament and preferences as him. Personally, if he wanted to give him a sword, Jiang Su suddenly didn't feel so distressed.
 But Mu Yichuan walked around the hidden sword pavilion with that joyful expression, but he never took down any swords, nor did he take the initiative to choose them, he just said: "In order to collect these famous swords, Jiang Shaoxia must have spent a lot of money." Less effort."
 "It's okay." Jiang Su said, "With the help of my senior brother and a few friends, it went smoothly."
 Mu Yichuan looked even more envious, and murmured: "Yes, a person like Jiang Shaoxia will have many friends wherever he goes."
 He is different.
 He has no friends, and he shouldn't have any.
 He looked at those swords, even though he was very envious in his heart, he could only swallow all the words, and said: "I already have many swords in my family, and these are Jiang Shaoxia's beloved things—"
 Jiang Su saw it through.
 "It's your father again?" Jiang Su raised his eyebrows, repeating to him what Mu Yichuan said earlier, "To achieve the highest swordsmanship, you must put an end to foreign objects?"
 Mu Yichuan: "..."
 Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Su looked left and right. That day he saw Mu Yichuan's swordsmanship was swift and ruthless, but when he struck out, every move was full of killing intent. It was an extremely fierce swordsmanship. He thought, there should be a sword A sword to match.
 He stepped into the inner room, there were two swords side by side on the high platform in the room, he took off one of them, handed it to Mu Yichuan, and asked, "Do you know what kind of sword this is?"
 The scabbard was heavy and pitch-black, as if there was hostility around the body, making people unable to move their eyes away, Mu Yichuan stared blankly for a moment, but seemed to be shocked, finally opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise: "The Nameless Sword."
 This is the sword of Xie Wu, the former leader of the Demon Cult.
 Back then, Xie Wu was invited by Wen Qingting, the head of the Zhishui Sword Sect, to release his sword outside Lingxi Mountain, and went to the appointment alone, but was exchanged by Wen Qingting for his life. I don't want to know the Zhishui Sword Sect...it turned out to be in the hands of Jiang Su.
 "Your sword is powerful, this sword is suitable for you." Jiang Su couldn't help but began to teach swordsmanship, and said, "But... your swordsmanship abandons defense and focuses on attack. If you meet a master, you will suffer."
 As if Mu Yichuan saw some rare treasure, he rubbed his hand on the Wuming sword. In terms of the ranking of famous utensils in the world, this sword may not be ranked too high, but this is Xie Wuused sword after all, Mu Yichuan He stroked the sword, thinking that from this sword, he would always be able to absorb some of the sword energy of the previous leader.
 His father always said that he was not talented enough, and he thought it was the same.
 If he had the aura of Xie Wuhalf, how could he not achieve anything and still worry his father every day.
 He sighed, raised his head again, and his eyes were already attracted by another sword on the high platform, which was different from Xie Wu's sword, just looking at this sword, it seemed that he could see how the sword master was as clear as the wind and the moon He was still holding Xie Wu's sword respectfully in his hand, and asked cautiously, "Is that Wen Qingting's Wuzhi sword?"
 "Yes, this is my master's sword." Jiang Su took off the sword, held it in his hand, and said, "This sword should have been kept by my brother, but he knew that I admired my master, and when I was weak, he He gave this sword to me."
 According to rumors in the world, Wen Qingting and Xie Wu were originally very good friends.
 But later, one of them was in charge of the Zhishui Sword Sect, and the other was the leader of the Demon Cult. The two of them went astray, and they broke up since then.
 Looking at Mu Yichuan's eyes, Jiang Su felt a sudden movement in his heart. He switched the Wujian sword to his left hand, asked Mu Yichuan, "Can you think of some tricks?"
 Mu Yichuan was slightly taken aback: "A trick?"
 Before he finished speaking, the Wuzhi sword was out of its sheath, and came straight at him. Although Mu Yichuan hadn't regained consciousness, his body moved. .
 The sword energy in the room was cold and radiant, and the two of them seemed to have never shown mercy, but neither of them wanted to kill the other, when the sword edge touched the other, the sword would always deliberately lean forward a few inches.
 They seem to always know where the opponent's sword is going to stab at the next moment, and they can always block the opponent's sword move just right. The spirit is elegant, but the swordsman—
 drown in it.
 After all, Mu Yichuan was injured, he lost a few tricks to Jiang Su, the sword energy cut through his clothes, he took a step back, looked back to see Jiang Su returning the sword back to its sheath, laughed heartily a few times, and said: "Happy! "
 Mu Yichuan was still a little dazed, and asked, "Happy?"
 He carefully put the sword back into its sheath, his heart pounding, thinking that he had just used Xie Wu's nameless sword to fight Wen Qingting's sword, and the unspeakable tacit understanding with Jiang Su was like a human being. The sword has become one body, which is still a bit inconceivable, but I don't know how many times such a situation can happen in life.
 Thinking of this, he touched the skirt of his clothes that had been cut by the sword energy, and said in a low voice, "This is the new clothes prepared by Sect Leader Zhang..."
 "It's okay, I'll talk to him later." Jiang Su said, "He won't be angry."
 After he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of someone outside out of the corner of his eye, turned around to look, and saw Zhang Wenxue and Qi Du were both outside, they seemed to be looking for him together, and Qi Du was helping Zhang Wenxue carry the food basket , Jiang Su was in a good mood, and asked, "Brother, when did you come?"
 Zhang Wenxue lost her mind, and muttered in her mouth: "First come, first served... What is first come first served in love..."
 Jiang Su: "Ah? Brother, what are you talking about?"
 He turned his head to look at Qi Du, only to see that Qi Du also looked devastated.
 Qi Du looked in a trance: "The martial arts are poor...why am I so bad..."
 Jiang Su: "?"
 Mu Yichuan saw the two of them standing outside, thinking that he had ruined the clothes Zhang Wenxue had prepared for him, he was somewhat embarrassed, scratched his head, and sincerely apologized to Zhang Wenxue, saying: "Master Zhang , this dress—”
 Zhang Wenxue didn't seem to hear it at all, and just muttered the next sentence.
 "Bamboo horse... what's the use of bamboo horse..." Zhang Wenxue suddenly said, "come first... what's the use of coming first..."
 Mu Yichuan was stunned: "...Huh?"
 He looked at Jiang Su blankly, but saw that Qi Du beside Jiang Su had red eyes, wiped away tears, and the tears were about to fall down, when Zhang Wenxue turned his head and saw Qi Du who was just as distraught as he was. Appearance—the one he knew all too well.
 Isn't this the exclusive expression of people who are broken in love? !
 Zhang Wenxue was silent.
 He looked at Qi Du, then turned to look at Jiang Su, a thought that should not have come to his mind gradually.
 Could Qi Du also...
 Zhang Wenxue supported Jiang Su's hand, barely holding back the bleeding in his heart, and said, "It's okay, Young Xia Mu, the clothes are torn, just do it again."
 Jiang Su has always been slow, seeing Zhang Wenxue open his mouth, he naturally thought that his senior brother was fine, he pulled Mu Yichuan over, raised the nameless sword in Mu Yichuan's hand, and said, "Senior brother, I want to give this sword to you. Young Hero Mu."
 Zhang Wenxue: "..."
 Qi Du: "..."
 Seeing that the expressions of the two were different, Jiang Su hastily added another sentence.
 "Although it belonged to the previous leader of the Demon Sect, it has been nearly a hundred years. I have also used this sword in the martial arts conference, so it should be fine." Jiang Su thought for a while, worried that Zhang Wenxue would think that Mu Yichuan was suitable for him. Not using this sword, he praised Mu Yichuan again, "I have tried Mu Shaoxia, his sword style is fierce, this sword style is suitable for Wuming Sword, a sword matches a hero, Mu Shaoxia is very suitable."
 Zhang Wenxue: "You have tried..."
 Qi Du: "A sword deserves a hero...a beauty deserves a hero..."
 Jiang Su: "...Huh?"
 Qi Du really cried.
 He wiped away his tears, put the food box on the table, and ran out in a hurry, while Zhang Wenxue saw him leave, and finally confirmed the thoughts in his heart, all of a sudden, he felt very complicated.
 What the **** is this all about?
 He disregarded the ethics of the world and fell in love with his junior brother, but he could only hide his infatuation. He never expected that his apprentice would fall in love with his uncle regardless of the ethics of the world.
 How could he like the same person as his apprentice?
 He absolutely cannot admit this matter, anyway, he has already made a decision in his heart, as the head of the Water Sword Sect, he will never express his feelings to his junior brother.
 With a dazed expression on his face, Jiang Su held Mu Yichuan's hand and raised the Wuming Sword, looked at it carefully, and then murmured after a while, "So Qi Du wants the Wuming Sword so much?"
 Zhang Wenxue: "..."
 Jiang Su frowned and thought hard: "But didn't I already get his sword back? Why does he still want a new sword?"
 Zhang Wenxue: "..."
 Jiang Su tried his best to make other assumptions: "Did he cry again?"
 No response.
 Mu Yichuan thought he had ruined his clothes, felt guilty for a moment, and didn't speak, but Zhang Wenxue was silent for a long time, took a step forward silently, put the food box in his hand on the table, and looked at Jiang Su quietly.
 Jiang Su felt hairy all over his body when he saw him, but he insisted on expressing his opinion a few days ago, saying: "Senior brother, it's not good for the apprentice to be too spoiled, look at Qi Du, he suffered some internal injuries, why can't he shed tears at every turn these days .”
 Zhang Wenxue murmured, "I hate you for being a rock."
 Jiang Su: "Huh?"
 Zhang Wenxue turned around and left.
 Jiang Su was at a loss for a long time, and really couldn't figure out the meaning of Zhang Wenxue's words, so he turned his head, looked at Mu Yichuan, and asked, "This...what does my senior brother mean?"
 "He said you're like a rock." Mu Yichuan thought for a while, and finally got the answer, "Jiang Shaoxia, you don't care about your nephew being injured, you just want him to practice swords."
 Jiang Su frowned: "Practice if you are not good at martial arts, is there any problem?"
 "That's why your senior brother said that, you are too strict, like a heartless stone." Mu Yichuan was serious and determined, "This is not good, why not, I will accompany you to comfort your senior nephew!"
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 Jiang Su transmigrated.
 He transmigrated into a BL harem novel as the novel’s main character, jianghu’s number one beauty, who bewitches the masses with just his face, then is subjected to shame, humiliation, and infamy at the end.
 To prevent this from happening, Jiang Su diligently practiced his swordsmanship. But then he suddenly realized…If he is still single when the original storyline ends, he will be forced to return to his original world.
 Jiang Su: ……
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 In Xu Yun Yao’s previous life, she overcame all obstacles barring her way just to become a queen. However, under the suppression of several ministers headed by Tang Song Nian she failed in the end. Just out of reach with bitter hatred in her heart, only to wake up and find herself reborn as the daughter of Tang Song Nian, as she died early.
 Xu Yun Yao: I will trample you! You old fart! You dare to oppose this palace!
 Tang Song Nian (laughing with joy): Aiya, our daughter’s boldness is truly too powerful.
 Xu Yun Yao: I will kick you! I will bite you! You dare lead those ministers to slander this palace!
 Tang Song Nian (gratified smile): I knew little treasure loves father best.
 Xu Yun Yao: …….
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 She was fat and dark with a face full of acne in her previous life, but he still ate her. Just how deeply did he love her?
 But she couldn’t understand his sincerity. She wholeheartedly loved the slag man instead and ended up blind and paralyzed.
 After her rebirth, she realizes that the acne and dark skin on her face was due to her sister adding something “extra” to her makeup.
 In this lifetime, she will stay away from the slag man, lose weight, and restore her face. She regains her slim and seductive figure and her stunning beauty. She cherishes her husband’s sincere pampering, abuses the slags with him hand-in-hand, and gives birth to a “bun…….”
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 Transmigrating into a novel one morning, Wen Jing arrived at the side of the one he worshiped and admired the most, becoming a loyal hound that was willing to go through fire and water for his senior brother.
 Even the most arrogant cultivator said: “There is no one in this world who can enter my eyes, but only Jun YanZhi is truly noble.”
 Wen Jing grew up alongside his senior brother, idolizing his senior brother beyond all means.
 Unfortunately, he was ignorant, and as for this novel, he had only read half of it.
 Midway through the storyline, he finally realized that things didn’t seem to be the way he thought they were.
 Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother infiltrated Master’s abode. Master, please take heed.”
 His master: “Nonsense! Your master was inside the abode all night last night, and did not see anyone else.”
 Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother left on his own without permission to meet someone. Martial Uncle, please thoroughly investigate.”
 His martial uncle: “Nonsense! Last night your senior brother and I were drinking and chatting merrily, all the way until morning.”
 Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother was improper towards me……”
 His senior sister: “Nonsense! How can your senior brother possibly do that kind of thing? Don’t tell me you’ve long held those kind of intentions towards him, and unable to obtain what you wanted, you’re now framing him?”
 Many years later.
 Wen Jing: “There’s this evil brute, specializing in using his top-notch, exquisite looks and elegant disposition to fool people, and everyone is in the midst of danger while not even aware of it themselves.”
 Jun YanZhi: “If it wasn’t for you, that evil brute would most likely still be struggling in pain and suffering.”
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 The phoenix led tens of thousands of birds as they flew over from the end of the horizon. Behind them, clouds akin to a sea of fire billowed as they swept by Chang’an. A golden winged roc perched on top of Xingqing Palace, its pupils reflecting the common people of the bustling Divine Land. Within the silence, dynasties rise and fall, while tides ebb and flow.
 Li Jinglong slowly dragged his body riddled with wounds, releasing a resplendent light from his hand as he kept approaching Hong Jun.
 “The living… are passing travelers…”
 His low voice resounded through the world, and within an instant, the black fog that enveloped the earth receded before the light.
 “The dead… return home without turning back.”
 That light is the blazing sun that illuminates the world, stars that twinkle in the night sky, an eternal heart lamp that pierces through the darkness.
 “The world…is a temporary inn. Since time immemorial, countless people have bewailed their short, bitter lives…”
 Li Jinglong closed his eyes and pressed one hand against Hong Jun’s forehead. A white light diffused with a whoosh, covering the battlefield littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Within the shadow of that lamp, the debauchery in Pingkang, the parasol trees of the Exorcism Department bathing in the midsummer sun, the sand and swirling snow in the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall, Ah Tai’s clear singing voice, Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picking leaves in the early morning, Qiu Yongsi’s flying brush strokes that transforms into immortal poems in Li Bai’s cup–
 A young nobleman of Chang’an strolled through its eastern downtown,
 Riding a white horse with a silver saddle as he beamed.
 While traversing through Chang’an, flowers kept falling, where on earth is he going?
 Smiling, he enters a tavern where a foreign entertainer performs.
 (Last four lines are from a poem written by Li Bai used to ridicule hedonistic sons from rich families for their extravagant lifestyles.)
 A gong who has bad luck wherever he goes x a shou that can suck away the luck of the people around him
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 Domineering president? Evil school grass? Black-bellied Major General? Young Master Paranoid? All Raiders!
 Long time to attack? Hehe, it doesn’t exist.
 There is no male protagonist who can’t solve the problem, only a host who doesn’t work hard.
 The 001 system is very satisfied.
 Its host is also very satisfied.
 But…Isn’t it the one who said good strategy scumbags? !
 What does it mean for such a sick villain to stay in the shadows? ?
 The villain BOSS appeared, and it was him every time! To
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 The purple star appears, the land under the heavens is shaken into disorder! Here and now in this chaotic world, who will rule in this rise and fall of fortunes?
 He, insidious and callous, the lord of the Western Chu who pledged to seize the entire world — XiMen QingTian?
 He, of heroic passion and ten thousand battles, the crown prince of the Northern Yan with a heart connected to the world — BeiTang JiFeng?
 He, of demonic charm and abounding evil, the monarch of the Southern Zhu who plays with the whole world — NanGong GuYue?
 He, cultured and refined, the prince of the Eastern Qi who forsook the world — DongFang MingXu?
 He, sword courageous and qin heartful, the first gentleman of the jianghu who is brave and talented, confident and free — ShangGuan YuChen?
 When they met the steady and unperturbed, calm and collected her, the her without desire and demand, everything seemed to change!
 She let them understand a fact of objective existence that had yet been ignored by the people of the world:
 Who said that women are not equal to men?
 Who said that women rely on the peach blossom face of beauty?
 Who said that women are unable to support this side of the sky?
 She, Jun BingLing, the reborn ugly-duckling who bore the memories of previous generations. Before the age of ten she wore a veil to cover her ugliness, her fate bizarre and bumpy. After the age of ten she wore a veil to cover her beauty, her life becoming beautiful and dazzling, brimming with legendary color!
 Yet, watch how she transforms into a butterfly, roaming the jianghu, galloping on battlefields, stemming the raging tides?
 Yet, watch how she does not rely on her appearance, merely using the inherent qualities of daughters to handle a crowd of smart and talented overlords?
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 After the nth time of failing a marriage meeting, Xiang Han got himself a job: good treatment, high salary, free world traveling with food provided, house provided and even a ‘lover provided’?!
 At first, he thought, apart from having to travel into the body of a scum cannon fodder, a scheming fake white lotus, everything else was okay. It was only later he realized that saving the target was also a problem. His imagination was neverending, even eating a cup of ramen was seen as a way to rouse his ( target’s) interest!
 Xiang Han: This target is a no-go.
 Certain Target: Very good, you’ve already managed to rouse my interest.
 Xiang Han: Go outside and make a left turn to the optometrist, go get your eyes healed! Additionally, this “lover provided” isn’t necessary.
 A Certain Target: This is certainly necessary!
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 The cell is the dantian and the cell nucleus is the golden pill.
 There are countless cells and countless pubic fields.
 Infinite division, infinite clone.
 Every cell is a world, and every golden core is a planet.
 When all cells merge, there is a universe.
 This is Cell Cultivation!
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 The live broadcast [Random Career Challenge] reality show became popular all over the Internet. 
 The host Shu Ruochu looks for random passers-by, and after asking for their consent, he follows the passers-by and takes on a whole-day passer-by career challenge. 
 In the new episode of the program, Shu Ruochu met Zhao Ming, who participated in the exercise and played the role of a bank robber. 
 Zhao Ming: "I do at least one million for each order. Although the risk is high, the income is extremely considerable!" 
 Just when the entire network thought Zhao Ming was bragging, he accepted Shu Ruochu's request for a professional challenge. 
 When Shu Ruochu followed Zhao Ming to the bank, she noticed something was wrong. 
 I saw Zhao Ming taking the hood from his backpack and putting it on in full view of everyone. 
 Shu Ruochu: "I'm just recording a show, what do you mean by wearing a hood?"
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 This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world. 
 “Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.” 
 “Tsk! You think I’m s*upid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Epic-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.” 
 I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says that a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man. 
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 In the world where Humans and Monster's form a bond and fight together, the world where both Evolve together to get stronger.
 Walk with Micheal as he starts his adventures with his Silver Sparrow, overcomes countless obstacle and adversaries to fulfill his greatest Dreams.
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 System: “Host, let’s brush the protagonist’s favorability!” 
 System: “Host, stop! Stop for a while! You’re walking crooked! That’s not the case!” 
 Yu Shisan: “As long as it’s goodwill, it’s fine.” 
 System: “But the protagonist… you’ve all been bent by you!!!”
 Yu Shisan comes with a halo of pretense, and his favorability level rises. The style of painting is flat and cool, each world is short, and the sixth or seventh chapters are over. 
 There are all kinds of plots in the campus ghost palace fight
 ps:
 1. The female protagonist brushes the favorability of the protagonist in the original world, love, family and friendship are all favorability degrees
 2. Do not like x Some worlds are okay, some are not well written, if you see a world you don’t like, just look at another one.
 I was very talkative when I wrote this… This is the first pit… The style of writing two years ago
 High school student level…considerate… 
 Thank you all for your support and encouragement! Love you guys!
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