At first I thought Freddie was a pure diaosi, but at the end I found out that the real loser is a master. At first I admired the master more than Freddie, thinking that someone who can tame this bad boy is definitely not ordinary. The good times didn't last long, since the master was extremely guilty of arguing with others, his magnificent image in my mind has plummeted. Immediately after that, the master didn't act as his writer, but instead hypnotized people everywhere. In the end, he became the leader of a cult, using his own crappy science fiction as a teaching. I couldn't bear it. Her wife is also the best, with the multiple personalities of the Virgin and the female fighter, and has been in pregnancy mode from beginning to end, so that I can't feel the passage of time at all. But in the end, even if the master left crocodile tears, chatted for a while, and sang a memorable ditty, he could not keep Freddie. Freddie, who had seen through the master's true face, finally saw (fuck) Doris, who had been thinking about it all day long. It was really a model of diaosi's counterattack. However, what makes me gratified is that the treatment methods taught by the master's words and deeds can still come in handy at critical moments.
To sum up, PTA is not only becoming more and more insane, but also the black first-hand and good science education, and the gods are reappearing in the arena, which is very happy.
There are too many good films that have been forgotten by the Oscars. Fans don’t have to be angry and resentful, and they don’t have to have too many fantasies about the Academy Awards.
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