In the last seven days of June, I was drunk for seven consecutive days, drinking the wine sent from all over the world, and every time I retracted the open safety pistol in my throat when I was about to vomit, just one shot to death but i think it's better to sleep. I Watching him stretch his neck and lift his head up is a shot, a shot after a shot, I know that this speed makes him not know the taste of the alcohol, and the alcohol is simply shot from the throat like a bullet through the whole body, it This pleasure numbs the five senses. Alcohol is like poison, and the poison spreads in his body. This method of fighting poison with poison cannot heal the wound, so he uses the severe pain to relieve the pain of the old one. He said that he is not addicted to alcohol. In fact, every time he drinks, it is an addiction, and I only use chronic poison to relieve it. I know it is a long time, I only take some, but he eats too much. He told me about his wounds, and I realized how much pain he went through. Hey, I don't know what will happen in front of him when he ignites the fuse, and what will make him hesitate when he raises his glass. Will he feel as heroic as a soldier through the hail of bullets? He always laughs at me for being bad, drinking little, he laughs every time I vomit, I'm just a balloon, he's a real dynamite keg. The articles written by him are as big as he drinks, and I say that it is not good for him to be too promiscuous. He couldn't fathom the inexhaustible and profound meaning of the flowers, half-blooming and slightly drunk. I have been restrained. The two of us have seen the mountains and seas in that place one after another. When he came back, he planned to write 200,000 words to forget. I laughed and said that it was 200,000 words. How many times have I replayed the scene in my mind, can you still forget it? I wrote about 10,000 words and then stopped writing, and that's it. I have been drinking with shot cups recently. I used to use ancient bowls at home, one is a flying knife, and the other is a black iron sword. The latter is so thick that the dust has a texture. He pulled the trigger and let the bullet go through his body. I am waiting for the battle, wearing steel armor, wielding a sharp blade, and killing thousands of people.
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