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That Is The Seat
By admin | July 29, 2010
Her tear slides, she feels this summer is a bit cold, their love goes to the end in marriage. She takes a mobile phone to hit associate with: “You need not be received!say, close machine. She looks up see that them often comegreen poplarcarrying dish to go to go to, that table of the habit that takes in be born glazing to rely on a street, that is the seat that they will come to often sit.
Calledcongee of leather egg flesh.piscine sweet shredded meat, shedding a tear at the same time, sobbing at the same time, drinking congee at the same time, the person on the side looks at her in curious ground, she does not care, shed tear with respect to such firm firm ground.
Topics: emotion | 1 Comment »
August 29th, 2010 at 1:53 pm
I have to say you sound like a very bright person and I hope someday to be able to write as well as you.