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Squeezing the crowded bus, three women are divided into two guys because I am embarrassed to listen, there is still a good person to tell me how big supermarket on the road.
Italian noodles, tomato sauce, beer, potatoes, onion, carrots, cucumber, pork stuffing, one person bought these things and stood before the supermarket dish, squeezed to squeeze, feel metamorphosis.
Out of the supermarket, the sky is hitting, and this two years is always like this, my mood is like this. Lead two big plastic bags, sway in the car, the chicken wings can be seen by the plastic bag on the car on the car. It is really a wolf.
The dialogue that I have remembered the mother and child of the elevator is now a bit uncomfortable. When I came into the elevator, the little boy sat on the chair of the elevator, and kept the door to open the door, I said to the small driver: "8 layers". "Wait still someone" he is waiting for my mother. " "Mom, do you know what day is today?" "I remember, you have a birthday." The son always took the front of the mother.
I press the doorbell, knock on the door, and no one in the phone. . .
The corridor is black, my two big plastic bags are thrown on the door.
