One day in October, I came across "The Lonely Affair Between Him and Her" and felt that he and her were clearly my parents. My dad is indeed the role of James McEvoy, and he is so handsome. I wish I was watching a movie and I didn’t have to bear the result. I recommended this movie to my mother, who said "wild is the "wind" is very nice, closed the door and let it go for a day. It was midnight when she came out, and she was having a barbecue in the kitchen with her bare feet. Therefore, her ex-husband was very British and very gentleman, studying in the UK, he wore an old dress meticulously, and his exquisiteness made women intoxicated. The old English gentleman is indeed a special existence. In fact, the difference between the British and the Americans is that apart from the different voices, the British are elegant and different from the French. Their eyes are on the banks of a small lake in Ontario, and the windbreaker is always wet. The nobles are always mysterious and reserved. Therefore, become enthusiastic. I was so addicted. Therefore, Wilde will always be the little prince of Ireland's nightingale rose, and Yimei will always be the most memorable taste of English whiskey. My mother took a sip of whiskey and said, "This man must have this taste. Looking at him, I think of my ex-husband. Now, I can only smile at the photos of him when he was young. Maybe this is better. He is also old. , The twilight person, bloated, maybe I have lost my love for him, because no matter how good he is, he can't survive the ordeal." The monk in the distance rang the morning bell, and his mother's dark black eyes stopped on the face of the protagonist on the screen. The water rolled and couldn't bear to fall, after all, these tears were the only contact between her and her father. Many, many loves are born out of mystery, just like the fanaticism of movie stars for movie stars. They think that they will be eternal once they have been seen, but it is just a shooting star. Both me and Zi are just the wrong space when the comet comes. I quietly stared at James McAvoy on the screen with my mother. The three of us were fake. He was in the drama and we were outside the drama. When the maple leaf was red, it snowed. I like McAvoy’s movies more and more, and I don’t care about the suicide of my first love in the bedroom. First love is also a man with a smile in light and shadow. I heard that his blood stained the bedsheets. I heard that he had been dead for many days. He was only discovered because of the stench of the body. He likes a wooden building called "Beauty" in Nara as much as I do. We traveled in Japan together, lonely as two lonely wild ghosts. To be honest, I think we are not as good as lonely ghosts, at least ghosts can come to scare people, we are just two lonely people. He loved other women and took me to heal and relax. He doesn't love me, he just talks about her all the way. "She is the kind of woman who can't see clearly in the clouds and mist, you can't shine her at any time. She is dead, why? We have been here together, we are rich, she is so beautiful." Yes. , There is nothing better than beauty and money in the world. I call him my first love because he slept with me once. I think he can treat me as anyone else, just don't treat me as me, I will be deeply insulted. Although this insult is so beautiful, it doesn't match me like this. We watched a movie together, "Atonement". He said that she was more flavorful than Kate Knightley. I didn't know why a high school student wanted to like this flat-chested woman at the time, and I didn't know what James had good looks. In winter, I bought one of my favorite dresses, and I was lying on the window inexplicably. I bought red, the same color as the bed sheets. I want to say that my leaving is really nothing to do with others. I leave just because I don't want to exist. I don't think the dust is good for me. I don't think I am suitable for this world full of so-called positive energy. I am incompatible with everyone. I didn't feel relieved to leave until I saw a red woman lying there and closing her eyes. That's me, and it's beautiful sometimes.
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