Last year, I bought a large box of chocolate, then dismantled with a piece of one in the house. Also throw a chain into the trash can, I hate the feeling that I don't cherish trust, since strange, then, I will end, and then I have written here.
I like all kinds of chocolate, I always like it. It is like a spiritual and exciting drug, sweet lubrication, treating emotional trauma, and healing a warm symptom. Containment, heating. I hamited that my nosebleed is always like a mountain flood, I can't stop. Who told me that you are not a child, you can't eat those snacks all day. I will believe it. I rarely touched again, as if it is a leprosy. Han Yu said to me: Xi, wait for me to earn a lot of money, I will buy a piece of chocolate every day, all of which are different, we eat the chocolate in the world! At that time, I really want to hug her, but unfortunately, the day, there is no such good friend. She is a girl with a 14-year-old school design, a childish.
Discuss love, it is better to find a benchmark for everyone who is looking for everyone. "Love is for me, is not the skin of the skin, not a vegetable meal. She is a kind of unsatisfactory desire, the hero dream in the tired life." If you ask this, then continue writing, should be enough Let it be. In fact, all all, not start - the process - end. Everything can be summarized as: Yes ... However ... this sentence is summarized, and there is no more fate.
Recently, I put a sentence when making it a welcome language. How many writers I like, my favorite writers.
Adults and children, in the night, in the firefly flying, hand drawn. Carvino
