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sorry everyone, its been a long time since last time i update book. currently being busy by school and stuff. plus my laziness.
          
          i promise i will update and try to complete my book in the end of the year.
          
          i hope so.

yo, im back. and writting again soon.
          
          so.. question, what phenomaman genital look like?

Do i was good writer?

no one miss me?

ATTENTION!!!
          
          from now on, im gonna starting using AI-Artificial intelligence- for my writting. its help me easy to write a paragprah.
          
          don't worry, the idea will original my idea. at least it will help my laziness a  little

hello everyone, no one miss me. so im free

kadang gw benci banget ama acara gk jelas. naik kelas 3 aja udah kaya kelulusan. mana bagi orang yang maunya enak di rumah di paksa keluar kota tiga hari pula. mana mahal pula.
          
          kayak maksa banget bangsat

Helli lin How are you?

Banya Blues
          Masha’s face ignites at your whisper, and she squeaks—actually squeaks—before bolting into the women’s changing room like the hounds of hell are after her.
          
          Inside the Men’s Banya
          The air is thick with steam and disappointment as you sit alone on the wooden bench, listening to the distant slap of birch branches and the groans of old men getting pummeled by attendants.
          
          (Meanwhile, in your mind:)
          
          Visions of Masha, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel.
          Her skin flushed pink from the heat.
          That one strand of blonde hair stuck to her neck...
          You groan and dump an entire bucket of ice water over your head.
          
          Post-Banya Panic
          An hour later, you emerge—a cooked lobster. Masha is already waiting, her hair damp, her cheeks still rosy, her eyes resolutely fixed on the floor.
          
          Masha: "S-So! Cats! Theatre! Now!" She marches ahead stiffly, arms crossed over her chest like she’s guarding state secrets.
          
          (Translation: She absolutely imagined you naked in there.)
          
          Theatre of Torment
          The Kuklachyov Cat Show is... bizarre. Acrobatic felines leap through hoops. A tabby in a tiny hat plays the piano.
          
          Masha clutches your arm during the finale, gasping when a fluffy Persian executes a perfect backflip.
          
          Masha (whispering): "That’s us if we tried banya together."
          
          Her breath is warm against your ear. You choke on your soda.
          
          Bazaar of Temptation
          The Christmas market is in full swing—twinkling lights, spiced wine, vendors shouting over each other. Masha drags you to a stall selling hand-painted nesting dolls.
          
          The artisan smirks. "Special couple discount! His face on big doll, hers inside—very romantic!"
          
          Masha freezes mid-reach.
          
          (Do you:)
          
          "We’ll take it." Deadpan. Watch her short-circuit.
          Tease her "Do I get to unwrap the smaller ones?"
          Buy a solo doll of Mishka the bear instead (safe choice).
          Snowflakes catch in Masha’s lashes. The clock ticks toward your last night in Moscow. ❄️

Hello, um ,wud u mind reading my new book ?
          Ill be grateful for your feedback 
          And really sorry, if im being a bother
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394747541?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=RuKurenai02