My nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose — it's so miserable. At home, my nose acts up. Go out and spend the afternoon at Mixue Bingcheng — my nose still acts up. A hundred tissues in one night.
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My nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose, my nose — it's so miserable. At home, my nose acts up. Go out and spend the afternoon at Mixue Bingcheng — my nose still acts up. A hundred tissues in one night.
Third Day Back Home