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At that time, my name was Cancer. I am a work created by my mother and my father in the 1980s. They are quite satisfied with my work. The only drawback is that the older I get, the more disobedient I am, and I always run counter to them. It's not my fault. People of different times have different ideas. They were holding hands like thieves, afraid of being seen, and sneaking around like underground workers. No wonder the audience of those spy war dramas on TV now are mostly people in their fifties and sixties. Originally, I had a job that was considered superior to others. I went in and out of a landmark building in this city. Every day, I am used to seeing well-dressed urban men and women from nine to five, kicking around like soldiers struggling on the battlefield. Their faces are covered with records, as if the whole world is full of smoke, and even the traffic lights are like demonstrations. You are not allowed to stop or stay. Just when others envied me, I ended my life with a resignation letter that looked like a white flag, and I became a complete deserter. It was also a gray time, and my ears were filled with the sound of my mother's machine gun firing. As for those outdated aphorisms, I naturally became a spring flowing into the unknown as early as adolescence. ...
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