for the phone to play disappear

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I think you , the two of you cut right?

remember anything just out of school I do not understand you taught me a lot ........

but now you know what? I was very happy, good Like you,tods shoes, now I know how happy time together with you ,

did not know until you told me how good you will be late ?

Shenzhen, I can go back? back Of you not in the bar ~!

now have their own goals for your bar



now my life a mess ,beats by dre, mess ,

Now I have learned to defend ourselves ,

now I can not see you at the most that innocence ,dre beats,

now I started to be afraid of change do not know Himself ,

now I look like sad, smile gone ,

now I do not know is that your baby sister ,



Zhu , Meng , ah,tods men, elements, Juan , you are married now , and Zhou Qianrong , I want to say that I actually do not hate you,beats by dre, but those things happen then I do not know

How do I call you in the master , and there are step crystallization , Jiang Xueping , you two dead heartless, do not call me Oh ! for the phone to play disappear , right ?

really miss ,tods, miss You, perhaps because Shenzhen is my first foothold , perhaps because you really great quality , it would be considerate ,

may be because you made ​​me feel that I am not a person, perhaps Because with you I have been very happy with it ~!

you do to me is really very special feeling to it not only colleagues Oh ! I happy that part of your hidden in the memories ,

to see you do not know what the future is not , but I believe that you will always be fond memories of my life . far away you must be happy ~!

most favorite mistakes Little Dot


that we do in reality

Xi- Lin at White

Painful than the past , but the memory


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.