waiting for so many years

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Met by chance in the street today, a friend's colleague and friend, had previously had dinner together,Casque dr dre, talk about the comparison speculation. Not seen her for several months, and today meet by chance and asked her how she did not work? Her answer surprised me: I'm getting married! So how fast? Want me to go to the wedding. She had wanted to start,lunette ray ban, anyway, and who you marry, and she is so big,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher, she is no longer picked after a few words to say ...... I think I could not hear clearly what they simply have surprised,casque beats, not surprised at the speed of her marriage, but also surprised at her attitude changes.

Although I do not know her, but she was a woman looks good on the warm and generous people, but also can hear that conversation be, she is a requirement of love are high expectations and people, so always have the love object, nor married, knew that the older women of the thirties. When the last meal, said she has had to open, waiting for so many years, the original idea has changed, no longer so simple, too much expectation on love too good. That feeling, like a deflated expectations of long-lost confidence, is some sense of loss.

only a few months gone, her love is nothing but four months of getting married, such a speed, having a flash bride? Flash of her marriage,monster beats, not because I want to love at first sight, not because of love too deep, it is mainly because of their age, the age range of people, young and beautiful short time is limited, and in this limited time, if you grab takes the chance, did not complete what should be done at this stage, after this time, the opportunity to be even smaller. Especially love, love is a season. Prevalent only in the spring of love, only the most beautiful in the spring, the rest of the season, to much less tidy, many more client and broken.

think of this one author said: 18 years old should love. Because the age of 28, you no longer feel the mood at the age of 18. When age is an urgent problem, maybe love to omit or avoid the bar,Polo Ralph Lauren, so had to flash a marriage.

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to them in the name of the drama

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.