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34125 2007 年 09 月 11 日 10:36 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
Candles dinner.
on both sides of the table, sat a man and woman.
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\Man raised his head and looked at the woman opposite.
24 years old, young, energetic, very good age.
white skin, vibrant body, a pair of bright, expressive eyes.
really good woman, ah,
red wing shoes outlet, unfortunate.
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\Three years ago I,
red wing motorcycle boot, like? \
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\grabbed. \\; Do not care about the immediate things; so I try to treat people good. At the time I in front of her, like a child so young.
Perhaps that feeling,
red wing mens boots, and now I feel about you. then really strange, stubborn temper, I just listen to her. as she said, accept the reality that they are useless to work hard. that by the end of work, with little improvement, and we got married. \br>
bomb the bomb ash man, went on.
\year's money. of course, is maintained behind her back. If she knew, be sure to let's. \give me soup to drink. it tastes, and only come to her. \
and women, also did not disturb the meaning to listen quietly.
other men note of time,
red wing boot store, has 10 PM.
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\slightly. \\I send you back. \
\to go.
\In the darkness,
red wing motorcycle boots, leaving a woman, facing the candle. Trance.
man came home, opened the door, walked straight up to the bedroom, opened the lamp.
along the bed, and sat down.
\? me, I am a man, so alone ah. \
tears,
red wing boots, drops from the man's cheeks, playing in the palm of the DPF. Dim the lights, old photographs, filled with, and are the late woman's gentle touch!
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