I'm sorry, I have my backpack. That night I was too weak. I apologize that I have a contract with my father as a strong woman as possible. I accept that I have tried all but tears the owner of it often takes up the dribble. Tonight, he will probably be unable to return to the days of several months ago that I cry in front of a computer. I accept that I hurt I'm sorry I lose the feeling, but I was trying my patience again. Dribble tears in the night. Yes, that would make a rat to despondency. But these tears is a sad consolation friends rat guards separately and it is heart, I move forward, the best fit is the daughter of the father.I remember when I was little when I play with friends, and was a friend to annoy than to annoy goodies I often cry back home, and I was always the consolation of father. My father often told me that"A father's daughter. Do not know can hurt the weak. Crying. But don't let the pain caused destruction dream of itself decisive, "he said.I loved my father the most in the world. I was proud to be his daughter.
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