Now that I'm back home, there's no more rivers, mountains or fields of wheat. I'm back to my concrete forest that changes colour not based on the season but the decision of the housing board.
Jobless, living in a magical land of the unicorns in search for the green fairy, trying to remember huge amount of infomation twice a year, wish that 余文樂 will leave his girlfriend for me, quitted being a part in a drug-making syndicate but is in transition to become an even more oppressed petri-dish slave, want to see the aurora borealis, leo, doesn't like to eat muffins and loves travelling and honeystars.
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