Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?
Chapter 7 Pauline & Tom
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"I always thought that the love potion was already the scariest Valentine's Day gift." During dinner, Ollie said to me with lingering fear, "I didn't expect Lockhart to come up with even scarier tricks."
——Here I need to solemnly point out that I should have said this sentence, because whether it is a love potion or a dwarf love letter, the victim is me.
I ate the steak with my head depressed, without saying a word, and determined not to raise my head.
Since Potions class was over, "arms as beautiful as a troll" have spread throughout Hogwarts at the speed of Light Wheel 2001, saving many people who were troubled by love letters from dwarves—because no matter what love letters they received How terrifying, it is not as impressive as my letter.
I can't think of anyone who is more socially dead than I am.
Thanks to Merlin, I'll be graduating in June, otherwise someone would bring it up every Valentine's Day, and I'm not sure if I'd escape the galaxy in a Muggle spaceship.
"It's actually not that scary." Agatha tried to comfort me, "Did you know? In the afternoon, Harry Potter also received a love letter."
I looked at her feebly.
Agatha repeated blankly, "His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard."
"Oh——" My waist straightened up suddenly, my eyes suddenly became bright again, and I felt like I was alive again, "Speak quickly!" I urged.
"I hope he's mine, he's really handsome, a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."
Merlin, the man who wrote the love letter to Potter must hate him.
"I don't think the troll arm is that funny anymore," I said with relief.
Sure enough, the pain is all in contrast.
"No, no." Agatha pointed ruthlessly, "I think it's just as funny."
Ollie stood aside, nodding to me hesitantly.
I closed my eyes in pain.
Merlin, I'd rather receive twenty tubes of love potions than suffer this again.
This pain lasted until night.
Merlin knew that I saw the dwarves 8 times today. Although I used spells to quickly blow them away, even seeing their faces was a second injury to me.
I will never forget "Your beauty is like the mighty arm of a troll" as long as I live.
What's going to save you, all the valentines for the rest of my life?
So when I walked out of Professor McGonagall's office, past Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and found a timid Hufflepuff schoolboy behind me, I let out a groan.
With that expression, either he wanted to pass a love letter to me, or he was helping others to pass a love letter to me.
I opened the bathroom door, motioned her in and said, at least not in the hallway - I can't afford another troll arm.
"Miss Sweet," the junior girl said courageously, "I, I just want to thank you for your help before."
I have absolutely no recollection of what I did to help her.
To be honest, while I'm not a traditional helpful person, I've helped a lot of people, knowingly or not—without much effort anyway, so why not?
I gave her a gentle smile, and I was in a good mood, in fact, as long as she didn't say something terrible about the troll arm, I felt that life was very promising.
"It's nothing." I said kindly, although I don't remember what I helped her, "If you see someone in the same situation next time, you can help him too."
"Ha, how touching! To be in Myrtle's side, exchanging heartfelt feelings, with no regard for poor Myrtle's feelings! She's crying in the bathroom all by herself, and someone has to run up to her and show off how good he is. How welcome!"
I took a deep breath like a toothache.
I'm really dizzy today, there is nothing to worry about, how can I forget how difficult myrtle is?
"Sorry, we just broke in by accident," the Hufflepuff schoolboy looked at Myrtle's ghost timidly, "We didn't mean to show off to you."
I gasped.
Sure enough, Myrtle was even more stimulated, "Ha! Didn't you mean to show off to me? I've heard it all. You, it's you, received more than a dozen letters on Valentine's Day, so many people are willing to treat you in public. Showing love, you must be very proud? Why do you want to show off how popular you are in front of poor Myrtle? Well, showing off to Myrtle once is ten points, making her cry fifty points, it's fun Is it? I can't see it!"
I really hit the wooden warehouse while lying down.
But this seemed to give the Hufflepuff schoolgirl more courage, she whispered, "If possible, may I invite you to Hogsmeade? Just the two of us."
???
I was shocked.
"Just, what do you mean by just the two of us?" I stammered.
"I mean the same thing as Wittmann of Gryffindor," she said cryptically.
I swear to Merlin that I don't discriminate against homosexuals, but this is the first time I have received a confession from a schoolgirl.
But I am straight.
"So that's how it is," I said dryly, not knowing what the hell I was talking about, "I see..."
I have a strange trait, although I'm straight, I'm clearly more girl-friendly than boy-friendly.When dealing with male suitors, I can refuse without hesitation, but the opposite is a girl, I will always show a little gentleman spirit that rarely exists in men, for fear that the other party will be hurt because of me.
"That," I tried my best to think about the words, hoping that my rejection would not appear too blunt, or arrogant, at least not hurt the junior girl's self-esteem.But Merlin, for the first time, I realized that my life experience is so poor that I couldn't even think of it for a while!
"Yeah," I smile, pretending my nervousness doesn't exist—I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. "I already have a boyfriend."
Merlin, this excuse is really too weak!
Even when I was confessed for the first time in my life, I never thought of such a poor reason.
"Who is it?" The school girl's eyes widened.
Wait a minute, why do I feel that you have traveled from the confession scene to the first-hand gossip collection scene in an instant? ?
I was at a loss for words, "Uh, you don't know."
"Not a student of Hogwarts?" The junior girl stared wider and looked at me hesitantly, "If, if you want to reject me, you don't need to make excuses."
"Uh, no!" I subconsciously said, "He is a graduate of Hogwarts, and his name is Tom Riddle."
"Tom Riddle!" Myrtle yelled, "Ha, I knew it, you just came to show poor Myrtle your pretty face, how popular you are, how handsome your boyfriend is, You want to humiliate me!"
She cried so loudly that a werewolf could slip away with its tail between its legs.
The school girl had already got the answer, said goodbye to me at the speed of light, and slipped away with her textbooks in her arms without looking back.
...?
"I said," I covered my ears impatiently, "you know Riddle too?"
If it wasn't for Myrtle, I probably would have slipped away with the school girl too.
But if I can take a clue from Myrtle, I can live with her oversensitive and fragile ego.
After all, counting the time, she and Riddle were still alumni of the same period.
"You know Riddle too? Ha, you're talking like you're not here to show off!" Myrtle said unbearably, "Of course, of course, who wouldn't know the famous Riddle? All the girls in the grade surrounded him Earn, discuss behind his back how to feed him the love potion. Who doesn't care about him? Only poor Myrtle, no one cares!"
Like I said, I'm an asshole, the kind that doesn't have empathy.
So I ignored Myrtle's cries and said with interest, "So, Riddle is really handsome, then?"
Ah, smart, knowledgeable and handsome, I can do it again!
Myrtle stared at me hard, hysterical with extreme impatience, "Get out! Get out!"
Well, I'll go.
Contented, I slipped back to Ravenclaw Tower.
"You seem to be in a good mood?" Since I walked into the dormitory humming a song, Agatha looked at me suspiciously—after all, an hour ago, I was still trapped in a social death without love.
"Hmm." I nodded with a smile, took a quick shower, then got into my bed tent, threw myself into the soft mattress, and took out the diary.
"I heard you're a handsome guy."
In fact, Riddle hadn't talked to me for a long time, but after writing this sentence in the notebook, a few seconds later, he actually appeared.
【Where did you hear that? 】
Didn't deny it?
He's narcissistic enough - of course, it's also possible that, like me, he has nothing to refute the facts.
Since I'm in a good mood, I don't mind chatting along with his questions.
"Murning Myrtle told me."
[Crying Myrtle?I remember her, poor girl, who died in the Heir of Slytherin's eradication of the hemp seed]
I raised my eyebrows.
This sentence gave me a kind of "finally here" feeling.
It's not that I'm biased against Slytherins, it's that they really emphasize bloodlines too much.
I don’t know if by definition, my father is a pure-blood family Squib and my mother is a Muggle wizard, whether I am a half-breed or a mump. Anyway, when I first entered Hogwarts, I was often dismissed by Slytherin ridicule.
—Of course, I never hold a grudge.
If I have a grudge, I will report it on the spot.
I remember my first and second year and I had a hell of a fight with the Slytherins - I mean them.
However, maybe it was because of the fighting, maybe they were finally convinced by my strength, anyway, as I got older, my relationship with them became better, and there were even pure bloods like Avery who came to chase me , Greatly refreshed my understanding of Slytherin.
Anyway, I will never believe this ridiculous argument, if pure blood is really noble, then I will not dominate Hogwarts for seven years in a row.
Now that Riddle brings up the subject, I even have a sort of "I'll see what else you can come up with" fun.
I just pick up a pen and write.
"Heir of Slytherin?"
[I don't know if I should tell you, P, my friend, I don't really know anything about you, you see, I don't even know your name]
Riddle wrote slyly.
[I don't know if telling the situation at that time will offend your origin]
It is reluctant that the child cannot catch the wolf.
I will study how to protect the name tomorrow.
I didn't hesitate too much.
"Paulyn Sweet, bitch, if you really want to know."
[I'm sorry, Pauline, I've always believed that wizards' abilities are more important than their bloodlines, but unfortunately most Slytherins don't have this awareness]
Riddle wrote tactfully.
[No matter how offensive the truth is, I can only be honest with my friend, 50 years ago, when I was still in school, the Heir of Slytherin opened the Chamber of Secrets, which was left to him by Salazar Slytherin Descendants, it was used to eliminate the seedling students in Hogwarts, Myrtle was killed by the monster released from the Chamber of Secrets]
Chamber of Secrets.
Did I say that?I'm a very wary person.
This sounds like a conflict with the dead knowledge acquirer, but if I hadn't been very wary, maybe I would have died in the exploration again and again.
So I don't believe at all that Riddle "has good intentions" for me.
Black magic props are like this. The creators are malicious, and the props are also full of malice. Of course, there is not much kindness in the treatment of users-if there is any kindness, it must be kindness that will cause disaster.
Riddle wasn't chatting with me, every word he said had a purpose.
Why did he take the initiative to mention the Chamber of Secrets?
"What's the monster in the Chamber of Secrets?" I wrote.
【I have no idea.I caught the man who opened the Chamber of Secrets, and he was expelled, but the headmaster, Dippet, forbade me to tell the truth. He felt that this kind of thing would embarrass Hogwarts, and declared that Myrtle died in a weird accident ACCIDENT.I got the Special Contribution Award because of this incident]
I don't believe Riddle's words anymore.
From this period of getting along, I can fully understand that he is an extremely confident, even conceited person. When encountering this kind of thing, he can't be like a child who has no idea, as he said, and can only be led by the teacher. Walking with his nose, he was finally sealed by a medal, and has been kept secret ever since.
He would at least figure out what was in the chamber of secrets, Riddle had this ability.
And if the matter is really so bizarre that Riddle can't figure it out, then with his character, it is even less likely that he will take the initiative to mention it to me.
——Is Tom Riddle the kind of person who is happy to talk about his failures and incompetence just to chat with friends?
He pretended to be secretive, but uncharacteristically took the initiative to mention it. On the contrary, it showed that he had a close relationship with the secret room.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me now that Tom Riddle was the heir to Salazar Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets.
But I pretended not to realize it.
"Who is the expelled heir?"
Riddle was silent for a while.
I frowned impatiently.
Playing hard to get, well, he's got my attention - it looks like he must be dying to tell me about it.
I am determined to accompany him through the play.
"Tom?"
[If you want, I can take you to see it.You don't need to read my text, you can enter my memory]
I held the pen, frowning and staring at the diary for 3 minutes.
【Pauline, I thought we were already friends, you know, I mean no harm】
Maybe it was because I hesitated for a long time, Riddle wrote again.
Well, I believe it, you are really just willing to help others, want to answer your friends' confusion, and open up your memory generously.
What a good man you are, Tom Riddle!
"I haven't figured it out yet," I wrote in my diary artificially, every handwriting seemed to show hesitation, "Tom, you know this involves not only your memory, but also possibly mine. I'm not sure some Can the content let you know..."
【Do not you trust me】
Of course I don't believe you, little fool, how stupid do I have to be to believe you?
I wrote tenderly, "How is it possible? It's just... well, well, I don't want to misunderstand you, and I don't want to lose you as a friend, so let me see your memory."
Okay, I admit it, I'm screwed again.
I wouldn't say I mainly agreed to see what Riddle looked like.
Sooner or later, I will die from my excessive thirst for knowledge.
The ink on the diary glistened like a cold smile.
【Paulin, you are my best friend too】
"I always thought that the love potion was already the scariest Valentine's Day gift." During dinner, Ollie said to me with lingering fear, "I didn't expect Lockhart to come up with even scarier tricks."
——Here I need to solemnly point out that I should have said this sentence, because whether it is a love potion or a dwarf love letter, the victim is me.
I ate the steak with my head depressed, without saying a word, and determined not to raise my head.
Since Potions class was over, "arms as beautiful as a troll" have spread throughout Hogwarts at the speed of Light Wheel 2001, saving many people who were troubled by love letters from dwarves—because no matter what love letters they received How terrifying, it is not as impressive as my letter.
I can't think of anyone who is more socially dead than I am.
Thanks to Merlin, I'll be graduating in June, otherwise someone would bring it up every Valentine's Day, and I'm not sure if I'd escape the galaxy in a Muggle spaceship.
"It's actually not that scary." Agatha tried to comfort me, "Did you know? In the afternoon, Harry Potter also received a love letter."
I looked at her feebly.
Agatha repeated blankly, "His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard."
"Oh——" My waist straightened up suddenly, my eyes suddenly became bright again, and I felt like I was alive again, "Speak quickly!" I urged.
"I hope he's mine, he's really handsome, a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."
Merlin, the man who wrote the love letter to Potter must hate him.
"I don't think the troll arm is that funny anymore," I said with relief.
Sure enough, the pain is all in contrast.
"No, no." Agatha pointed ruthlessly, "I think it's just as funny."
Ollie stood aside, nodding to me hesitantly.
I closed my eyes in pain.
Merlin, I'd rather receive twenty tubes of love potions than suffer this again.
This pain lasted until night.
Merlin knew that I saw the dwarves 8 times today. Although I used spells to quickly blow them away, even seeing their faces was a second injury to me.
I will never forget "Your beauty is like the mighty arm of a troll" as long as I live.
What's going to save you, all the valentines for the rest of my life?
So when I walked out of Professor McGonagall's office, past Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and found a timid Hufflepuff schoolboy behind me, I let out a groan.
With that expression, either he wanted to pass a love letter to me, or he was helping others to pass a love letter to me.
I opened the bathroom door, motioned her in and said, at least not in the hallway - I can't afford another troll arm.
"Miss Sweet," the junior girl said courageously, "I, I just want to thank you for your help before."
I have absolutely no recollection of what I did to help her.
To be honest, while I'm not a traditional helpful person, I've helped a lot of people, knowingly or not—without much effort anyway, so why not?
I gave her a gentle smile, and I was in a good mood, in fact, as long as she didn't say something terrible about the troll arm, I felt that life was very promising.
"It's nothing." I said kindly, although I don't remember what I helped her, "If you see someone in the same situation next time, you can help him too."
"Ha, how touching! To be in Myrtle's side, exchanging heartfelt feelings, with no regard for poor Myrtle's feelings! She's crying in the bathroom all by herself, and someone has to run up to her and show off how good he is. How welcome!"
I took a deep breath like a toothache.
I'm really dizzy today, there is nothing to worry about, how can I forget how difficult myrtle is?
"Sorry, we just broke in by accident," the Hufflepuff schoolboy looked at Myrtle's ghost timidly, "We didn't mean to show off to you."
I gasped.
Sure enough, Myrtle was even more stimulated, "Ha! Didn't you mean to show off to me? I've heard it all. You, it's you, received more than a dozen letters on Valentine's Day, so many people are willing to treat you in public. Showing love, you must be very proud? Why do you want to show off how popular you are in front of poor Myrtle? Well, showing off to Myrtle once is ten points, making her cry fifty points, it's fun Is it? I can't see it!"
I really hit the wooden warehouse while lying down.
But this seemed to give the Hufflepuff schoolgirl more courage, she whispered, "If possible, may I invite you to Hogsmeade? Just the two of us."
???
I was shocked.
"Just, what do you mean by just the two of us?" I stammered.
"I mean the same thing as Wittmann of Gryffindor," she said cryptically.
I swear to Merlin that I don't discriminate against homosexuals, but this is the first time I have received a confession from a schoolgirl.
But I am straight.
"So that's how it is," I said dryly, not knowing what the hell I was talking about, "I see..."
I have a strange trait, although I'm straight, I'm clearly more girl-friendly than boy-friendly.When dealing with male suitors, I can refuse without hesitation, but the opposite is a girl, I will always show a little gentleman spirit that rarely exists in men, for fear that the other party will be hurt because of me.
"That," I tried my best to think about the words, hoping that my rejection would not appear too blunt, or arrogant, at least not hurt the junior girl's self-esteem.But Merlin, for the first time, I realized that my life experience is so poor that I couldn't even think of it for a while!
"Yeah," I smile, pretending my nervousness doesn't exist—I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. "I already have a boyfriend."
Merlin, this excuse is really too weak!
Even when I was confessed for the first time in my life, I never thought of such a poor reason.
"Who is it?" The school girl's eyes widened.
Wait a minute, why do I feel that you have traveled from the confession scene to the first-hand gossip collection scene in an instant? ?
I was at a loss for words, "Uh, you don't know."
"Not a student of Hogwarts?" The junior girl stared wider and looked at me hesitantly, "If, if you want to reject me, you don't need to make excuses."
"Uh, no!" I subconsciously said, "He is a graduate of Hogwarts, and his name is Tom Riddle."
"Tom Riddle!" Myrtle yelled, "Ha, I knew it, you just came to show poor Myrtle your pretty face, how popular you are, how handsome your boyfriend is, You want to humiliate me!"
She cried so loudly that a werewolf could slip away with its tail between its legs.
The school girl had already got the answer, said goodbye to me at the speed of light, and slipped away with her textbooks in her arms without looking back.
...?
"I said," I covered my ears impatiently, "you know Riddle too?"
If it wasn't for Myrtle, I probably would have slipped away with the school girl too.
But if I can take a clue from Myrtle, I can live with her oversensitive and fragile ego.
After all, counting the time, she and Riddle were still alumni of the same period.
"You know Riddle too? Ha, you're talking like you're not here to show off!" Myrtle said unbearably, "Of course, of course, who wouldn't know the famous Riddle? All the girls in the grade surrounded him Earn, discuss behind his back how to feed him the love potion. Who doesn't care about him? Only poor Myrtle, no one cares!"
Like I said, I'm an asshole, the kind that doesn't have empathy.
So I ignored Myrtle's cries and said with interest, "So, Riddle is really handsome, then?"
Ah, smart, knowledgeable and handsome, I can do it again!
Myrtle stared at me hard, hysterical with extreme impatience, "Get out! Get out!"
Well, I'll go.
Contented, I slipped back to Ravenclaw Tower.
"You seem to be in a good mood?" Since I walked into the dormitory humming a song, Agatha looked at me suspiciously—after all, an hour ago, I was still trapped in a social death without love.
"Hmm." I nodded with a smile, took a quick shower, then got into my bed tent, threw myself into the soft mattress, and took out the diary.
"I heard you're a handsome guy."
In fact, Riddle hadn't talked to me for a long time, but after writing this sentence in the notebook, a few seconds later, he actually appeared.
【Where did you hear that? 】
Didn't deny it?
He's narcissistic enough - of course, it's also possible that, like me, he has nothing to refute the facts.
Since I'm in a good mood, I don't mind chatting along with his questions.
"Murning Myrtle told me."
[Crying Myrtle?I remember her, poor girl, who died in the Heir of Slytherin's eradication of the hemp seed]
I raised my eyebrows.
This sentence gave me a kind of "finally here" feeling.
It's not that I'm biased against Slytherins, it's that they really emphasize bloodlines too much.
I don’t know if by definition, my father is a pure-blood family Squib and my mother is a Muggle wizard, whether I am a half-breed or a mump. Anyway, when I first entered Hogwarts, I was often dismissed by Slytherin ridicule.
—Of course, I never hold a grudge.
If I have a grudge, I will report it on the spot.
I remember my first and second year and I had a hell of a fight with the Slytherins - I mean them.
However, maybe it was because of the fighting, maybe they were finally convinced by my strength, anyway, as I got older, my relationship with them became better, and there were even pure bloods like Avery who came to chase me , Greatly refreshed my understanding of Slytherin.
Anyway, I will never believe this ridiculous argument, if pure blood is really noble, then I will not dominate Hogwarts for seven years in a row.
Now that Riddle brings up the subject, I even have a sort of "I'll see what else you can come up with" fun.
I just pick up a pen and write.
"Heir of Slytherin?"
[I don't know if I should tell you, P, my friend, I don't really know anything about you, you see, I don't even know your name]
Riddle wrote slyly.
[I don't know if telling the situation at that time will offend your origin]
It is reluctant that the child cannot catch the wolf.
I will study how to protect the name tomorrow.
I didn't hesitate too much.
"Paulyn Sweet, bitch, if you really want to know."
[I'm sorry, Pauline, I've always believed that wizards' abilities are more important than their bloodlines, but unfortunately most Slytherins don't have this awareness]
Riddle wrote tactfully.
[No matter how offensive the truth is, I can only be honest with my friend, 50 years ago, when I was still in school, the Heir of Slytherin opened the Chamber of Secrets, which was left to him by Salazar Slytherin Descendants, it was used to eliminate the seedling students in Hogwarts, Myrtle was killed by the monster released from the Chamber of Secrets]
Chamber of Secrets.
Did I say that?I'm a very wary person.
This sounds like a conflict with the dead knowledge acquirer, but if I hadn't been very wary, maybe I would have died in the exploration again and again.
So I don't believe at all that Riddle "has good intentions" for me.
Black magic props are like this. The creators are malicious, and the props are also full of malice. Of course, there is not much kindness in the treatment of users-if there is any kindness, it must be kindness that will cause disaster.
Riddle wasn't chatting with me, every word he said had a purpose.
Why did he take the initiative to mention the Chamber of Secrets?
"What's the monster in the Chamber of Secrets?" I wrote.
【I have no idea.I caught the man who opened the Chamber of Secrets, and he was expelled, but the headmaster, Dippet, forbade me to tell the truth. He felt that this kind of thing would embarrass Hogwarts, and declared that Myrtle died in a weird accident ACCIDENT.I got the Special Contribution Award because of this incident]
I don't believe Riddle's words anymore.
From this period of getting along, I can fully understand that he is an extremely confident, even conceited person. When encountering this kind of thing, he can't be like a child who has no idea, as he said, and can only be led by the teacher. Walking with his nose, he was finally sealed by a medal, and has been kept secret ever since.
He would at least figure out what was in the chamber of secrets, Riddle had this ability.
And if the matter is really so bizarre that Riddle can't figure it out, then with his character, it is even less likely that he will take the initiative to mention it to me.
——Is Tom Riddle the kind of person who is happy to talk about his failures and incompetence just to chat with friends?
He pretended to be secretive, but uncharacteristically took the initiative to mention it. On the contrary, it showed that he had a close relationship with the secret room.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me now that Tom Riddle was the heir to Salazar Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets.
But I pretended not to realize it.
"Who is the expelled heir?"
Riddle was silent for a while.
I frowned impatiently.
Playing hard to get, well, he's got my attention - it looks like he must be dying to tell me about it.
I am determined to accompany him through the play.
"Tom?"
[If you want, I can take you to see it.You don't need to read my text, you can enter my memory]
I held the pen, frowning and staring at the diary for 3 minutes.
【Pauline, I thought we were already friends, you know, I mean no harm】
Maybe it was because I hesitated for a long time, Riddle wrote again.
Well, I believe it, you are really just willing to help others, want to answer your friends' confusion, and open up your memory generously.
What a good man you are, Tom Riddle!
"I haven't figured it out yet," I wrote in my diary artificially, every handwriting seemed to show hesitation, "Tom, you know this involves not only your memory, but also possibly mine. I'm not sure some Can the content let you know..."
【Do not you trust me】
Of course I don't believe you, little fool, how stupid do I have to be to believe you?
I wrote tenderly, "How is it possible? It's just... well, well, I don't want to misunderstand you, and I don't want to lose you as a friend, so let me see your memory."
Okay, I admit it, I'm screwed again.
I wouldn't say I mainly agreed to see what Riddle looked like.
Sooner or later, I will die from my excessive thirst for knowledge.
The ink on the diary glistened like a cold smile.
【Paulin, you are my best friend too】
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