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The helplessness of old leather shoes in the fireplace
Paxton 2022-03-24 09:02:56
I am a pair of old leather shoes. Once upon a time, he was not very personable, but he was also full of energy. Clean shoelaces, bright toe caps, and those few centimeters of heels once made your heart rip. But today I—with dirt, with the stink of sweat, with tattered holes—has become the least beautiful part of your holy soul. You silently muttered that you wanted a pair of beautiful red leather shoes, so that my unbeautiful existence could be separated from your beautiful body. Yet you did it. The magician played with illusions and gave you beautiful red shoes, but he didn't realize that he was just like me, but only a pair of old leather shoes. But it was helpless and silently enduring everything in the fireplace.
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Gaylord 2022-03-29 09:01:06
It's not so good-looking, so touching, and the magician is so tall and uncoordinated. It's not worth the hard work for a woman.
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Jane 2022-03-27 09:01:14
One of my wishes is that I can animate as beautiful as Sylvain Chomet. Every frame knows how to breathe, every stroke can see the heartbeat...
