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I feel very sad, filled with guilt and pain, I can not forgive his own.
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患了难言之隐的怪病（下）! \
then I rise the job, money, cell phone to several. Suddenly one day, I think owes his wife the ring, he excitedly pulled her to go to commercial. But she hesitated and said: \
day, we one in the bedroom, a living room, send a short message to each other,
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dawn, and I lose the empty-handed, a friend sent me home with a car,
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随冷空气南下, did not wake up.
I open the phone, I saw the above one unread message: \the umbrella! \I burst into tears, looked at the short message over and over again, I think that one night I lost the whole world.
his wife's death has been 3 months, but I still can not wake up from a nightmare, I do not want to work,
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