【In the progressive days, what can we do】, Reivew on Loving Annabelle

Passing by the supermarket again, hungry cardboard boxes were piled up at the door, and the black mouth opened, swallowing my sight. Opening the door, the line of sight was once again reduced to the food in the house. The refrigerator and stomach were tacitly empty, and the wind entered the room from any gap, gently blowing the roll, the only toilet paper that could be flicked.
I don't remember the name of this movie, but I only saw a beautiful painting. The heroine in the painting has a beautiful outline, and the outlines meet where the lips should be. It seems that I can feel that kind of inexplicable wonderful thing, there is no limit, no The reason, there is no tie. Maybe that's the purest form of love. I don't know, is this movie good?

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