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Talking about "Story Collection"

 　　The *Story Collection* magazine has many stories, and each one is captivating. A single story can evoke many emotions and perhaps even offer some insights.

　　*Story Collection*, a collection of stories, is a type of book I love. Each story touches my heart; reading them makes me forget everything else.

　　I own several volumes of *Story Collection*, but my favorite is the latest edition I bought recently, because it contains so many stories.

　　I was reading one story about a lame girl and her relationship with a taxi driver. I must say, this story truly moved me; I even shed tears while reading it today. I'm not usually one to cry (except when I'm very sad).

　　(Note: You can read my article about this story, "Father-Daughter Bond.")

　　Oh, and there's also a humorous story, the contest between Dayong and a car thief. I just published an article about that story here (Do you really want it?).

　　I must admit, the new edition of *Story Collection* has a truly abundant and wonderful collection of stories, and many of the jokes are very funny.

　　I don't know how much of *Story Collection* you've read, but I do know I love stories, which is why I've collected so many issues.

　　Of course, I'm not advertising or promoting *Story Collection*; I just want to share my thoughts on it.

　　The two reprinted articles I'm publishing today are from *Story Collection*, and I think they're quite good, so I'm sharing them with you.

　　Honestly, sometimes I find reading *Story Collection* much more interesting than reading a novel. A novel is just a novel, but *Story Collection* contains more than just novels; it includes stories from other genres.

　　So, I want to say that *Story Collection* is really good (especially the latest edition). Those interested should check it out; perhaps you'll gain new insights, or maybe it will help you with your writing.

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