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It's something that was given to me, but I have a swimsuit calendar hanging on the wall of my workplace. In other words, I have 12 pictures of girls in bathing suits in my office. Nothing too naughty. Every time the month changes, I have to flip the page to the next girl, and that somehow makes me feel incredibly melancholy. I feel like I'm saying, "Goodbye, September girl. I'll never see you again..." And then when I flip the page, I end up betraying her already and thinking, "October's not bad either!" What I'm trying to say is that a year goes by really quickly.
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