Western eyes, the sky was painted black. But what I have to do, as she was thinking. I was like a bird, I always fly out the window. I flew to her home.. Hmm ... continued. I sleep, I do not see who he secretly reveals, in a text message that love, I wrote to her, without discussion , sometimes I still love her front glass clearances.Sometimes, I also love her front glass Cabinet clearances, tell.
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