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... doesn't mean there won't be romance in the story. There will be romance in the story, I'm just not sure how to write it, so I'm at your mercy in this matter, and I hope I don't write nonsense and ruin the story in my head like this. I want to do romance well in the story.

Second, I'm writing the story in volumes. The chapters themselves will be between 1,500 and 3,000 words. As for the volumes... to be honest, I'm not too sure about them. They are variable but volume one is probably one ...

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