That is why we have known. I do not like her to like me, but I like her. She is a white woman, small cute as a doll. The first time we have spoken, I remember. That day is a day of rain, freezing atmosphere. She stood in front of the shelter building alone. I just ran into a shelter there. Now that we are just two people. We stood like that for almost ten minutes, the rain has not stopped falling. I glance over at her and thought she was cute. And suddenly she turned and said to me. "I'm cold that my chance," I think I was a little shocked smile.
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