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Bit*h what art thou Doing. Thy art lucky, thy is still in thou top 20 But thou beseech you to Not readers patience When thou author does not keep promise to thy readers Thou art going against the will Of the heavenly dao of reading

😘Where forth art thou my little bun. 🥰Where forth art thou my big bun. 😍 With these kinds of stories, I wish they’d post chapters that’d end without us readers feeling 🤬😡

yandere yandere oh yandere wherefore art thou yandere

I love your book man. Author where art thou? Please don’t drop this

As long as this is not like God and Devil World, I think it will be pretty fun. Although the summary seems to spoil a lot. Brazil National Anthem: The placid banks of the Ipiranga heard The resounding cry of a heroic folk And the sun of Liberty in shining beams Shone in the homeland's sky at that instant. If the pledge of this equality We managed to conquer with strong arm, In thy bosom, O Freedom, Our chest defies death itself! O beloved, Idolized homeland, Hail, hail! Brazil, an intense dream, a vivid ray Of love and hope descends to earth If in thy comely, smiling and limpid sky The image of the (Southern) Cross blazes. Giant by thine own nature, Thou art beautiful, thou art strong, a fearless colossus, And thy future mirrors that greatness. Adored Land Amongst a thousand others Art thou, Brazil, O beloved homeland! Of the sons of this ground Thou art kind mother, Beloved homeland, Brazil! Eternally lying on a splendid cradle, To the sound of the sea and under deep sky light Thou flarest, O Brazil, crocket of America, Illuminated by the sun of New World! Than the showiest land, Thy smiling, pretty prairies have more flowers "Our groves have more life", "Our life" in thy bosom "more loves". (*) O beloved, Idolized homeland, Hail, hail! Brazil, of eternal love be a symbol The starred labarum which thou displayst And say the laurel-green of thy pennant 'Peace in the future and glory in the past.' But if thou raisest the strong cudgel of justice, Thou wilt see that a son of thine flees not from battle, Nor do those who love thee fear their own death. Beloved Land, Amongst a thousand others Art thou, Brazil, O beloved homeland! Of the sons of this ground Thou art kind mother, Beloved homeland, Brazil!