The sun is still hot today, stinging the skin exposed to the sun like a stinger, and I met someone I hated when I walked into the post office for the third time, but why is the egg tartar as delicious as the matcha puffs? Disappointed.
The gears were biting each other on the ceiling, carrying colorful paint, I was dazzled and dipped in joy.
Last night, before closing my tired eyes, I typed in the memo on my phone with my remaining energy, "It's a good thing to watch the Husto turmoil after a haircut. ' And the latex pad became a waterbed, wobbly as the dream became clearer.
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