The other day I was a little girl who liked to play, which I remember I was playing a toy car that he bought a car winding. Just as it was sailing to wind up, I was happy with the existing roads in the imagination
, but one day I remembered that I had seen a toy car of a friend who is a new and faster. I wanted Goes home to his father, but when it comes begged his father not to. I tearfully out I will not buy it until I finally have it in
my toy car that just cried out as expected, but it was. When growing up, I wonder how much longer it will be something to cry like a child wishes integration.
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