My mother is like the end of the tunnel of light, pointing out that time waiting with a lot of problems to come in the same tree, mom. shades., we waited a long time for despondency or shelter as a mother. we ride, we're driving that forward. the mother is just like the restaurant that made the food. we eat is the weapon that template. protect us from dangers like fire guard, deep river. the winter of warmth.
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