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2124936 2007 年 12 月 25 日 22:10 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (3) Category: Yi-Min Hospital
Yesterday, Christmas Eve, I really do not know what a good play. A person may be used to stay quiet. That a person can remember many things,
pandora uk, but I did not know until yesterday is in fact a memory of another scene in the movie as slowly as the play out. Like yesterday. . . . . .
me and steamed buns, and my sister they went to play a bit of Huaxi back, we were called to the bedroom and asked me in that. I told him. The results we get off. They are crazy, rushed out of his hand sprays. . . . . . Days! ,
pandora jewelry! ! ! ,
pandora bracelets! ! But my clothes are all the. I was both really want to cry cry ah! Was to see my dress yellow, white, blue. . . . . . I was crazy. These are all strong in the spray powder. Can not be off. No way. . . . . . .
Finally back bedroom, all bedroom people are crazy, one hand holding two bottles are out of the bedroom, and saw acquaintances spray, regardless of family react, but also people rushed the bedroom, see the man who opened the door on the end. The most pathetic is that Tangle Fei, ah,
pandora online, a person who to his bedroom. See a group of us,
pandora sale, nor can it block Dumen all. Will be in our group of \(And here I want to act for our non-humanitarian, a minute of silence for the pak gay). There is a 6 class monitor is stuck in our apartment door for nearly 10 minutes Pengcheng, ah, the worst thing is the girl in our class to see a few of us also say hello, is also prepared to take things for us, the result is they have several a disgraceful run of a spray. . . . . .
but Chulai Hun, one day have to repay. . . . . . Last night we prepared to sleep. By others to give. . . . . 555555! But I am a person who is sprayed on. . . . . . I am speechless ah! ! ,
pandora bracelets sale! ! ! Why me. But then when I go to bed only to find, in fact, I found that after today's crazy I'm so relaxed. . . . . . Did not mind so much grief. I suddenly became beautiful winter up, but I know these so-called happiness will be farther away from me after tonight farther. I did not secretly sad. I do not want happiness is not like this. But this is my joy behind the endless grief and loneliness. Maybe she was right --- \think I can only give so much, because I have devoted all, the other, before the already depleted before it should be a long, long time ago. In the past, before later in the future. \I was so mad after a Christmas Eve. But my memory to forever fixed in the summer of that year. . . . . . Lingering. . . . .