The Brief Words

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When you die, there must be your last words. People may not know what are those, other people may have to think, and others may know.
Yes, death is what I am talking about here, and why must I talk about it? Is it that I, has a dark, black imagination which no one in my family has, demands calamity to Earth?

No. You should scoff to it.

After all, I have a sentence to a longevity of Seal in which what the government call it. How long should it be? Four words.

Thank you and goodbye.

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