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I'm the bad girl who robbed my best friend's boyfriend. He looked just like his first love, whom he regretted so much, and he set a trap that made him want to get him and suspected that he was having an affair. I advised my best friend to break up, pretended to be worried about him who was weakened, and had a physical relationship with drunk momentum. I will never let go of my first love for the second time... In the heartbreak song I sent to my best friend, I included his quirks that I didn't know until I got close to him. I'm sorry for the bad mount woman.