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Last call for students to use this chance! ๐ฃโผ๏ธ The student council give another ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ. Have you meet our qualification and worth to seat in our council?
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