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beautiful smile
• 2009-Aug-7 - At this night
This figure has shaken the whole mat, let me smile too, is certainly laughing foolishly after that kind is eaten sillily. I think,
Glad with me at this moment, there should also be my mother. Can sprain the face and see suddenly, she was erasing and falling out with the napkin
Drip it is be old to drip by tears,and whether on the the muttons of she, line move silk.
At this night, mother, I and my daughter three generations, sleep in a hard couch altogether. The daughter is confused after going to bed
But sleep greatly. Mother and I, do not sleep late at night.
At this night, I want to ask the clear thing of human world of ten years.
The first thing which I ask, is father's death. Every sentence which mother narrated, I remember
,Write to me and die.
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