One week without logging in... the dormitory has become a hell of want. Ships that live in the dorm can now be split into two categories...One: Ships that scrape through all the trash piles of curry and oxygen colas and keep their discovered coin desperately.One other: Ships that, out of love and obsession, emerging a heart mark, living desperately mad.*inhale**inhale**crunch**crunch*I've been used to being in solitude...I'll deliver this coin as soon as the commander logs in...I've been used to being in solitude...Ms. Tirpitz, you do look like Enty, don'tcha...Enty!!eeekWhy in the world would you cut your hair...? It fits you so well...Is he logging in yet?Yes, I prepared the milk... good boy, good boy...
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