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Say in front: I am a man in developing normal. Men talking women, women talking men are this world of unremissive topics. Today, I also talk, the form does not pursue too orthodox, in the form of chat, easy, pleasant, and wide sky. The first thing to explain is, talking about the same thing, inevitably involve things that don't like it. So, here I also added some plots I didn't like women (girl). Secondly, I like women this topic I feel too broad, so I only talk about some fine branches, expect to meet the role of peak, and throw brick. When chatting, it must be a little arguing, so I also hope that everyone will give my thoughts to my thoughts, from other perspectives to explore why they like women. One more, and also welcome the majority of female compatriots to participate. If you have a woman who likes women, I have opened it. Finally, I reserve the right to fiction and exaggerate some plots, so I hope that the list is not allowed to enhance the number. Ok, gossip is complete, enter the topic.
I have come to this world from my birth, I will have a thousands of women. I am a child, I really like girls, really, even some hate. Remember when you are in kindergarten, at that time, it seems that kind of kindergarten is in the construction of campus toilets, and it is sand to the campus. At that time, Teacher students were ready to go to school. When there was a class event, I suddenly saw a girl who played on sand piles and took off her pants to pee on the sand pile. The era of kindergarten is probably no gender distinction, and other boys and girls are also busy with their own games. Maybe I am so familiar, seeing this scene, I feel very hot. However, inner heart, deeply has a prejudice to female students. I hate girls, there is no other reasons, just because they can solve their hands on the sand pile of construction sites. At the time of elementary school, my desk is a girl. Now think of it, she is really very cute, the blush is like a big apple. Unfortunately, I don't like her. On the day of the day in the day, I can see two markings that have flowed through the snot under the nose. So, when the desk is drawn, I am always worried about her very far, far away. It seems that she is also very young, not to tell the teacher, but also consciously put the arm, the body explore the body, and shrink like a scorpion. I don't know why, my hate that my child in elementary school is not weakened, but more varied. You can play with boys who have been full of mouthny, but you can see that girls don't feel particularly disgusting. When there is a good time to understand the girl, it is roughly in the first two. Specific time does not remember, it should be possible to count as a turning point from the moment she appears. She is very good, the total test is first, and the one is high. Like her, although she doesn't have the same face like an apple, even because of the development, it has fallen a diamond. At that time, under the teaching of the teacher, I also liked a written diary. Every day I remember my thoughts on her, I feel that I can eat more buns. I am afraid that the parents find me early in love. In fact, this is nothing over love. "She" has become "I", because Mr. Lu Xun used to use "I" when describing women. It really thought that parents were illiterate, they feel so safe. So, I started paying attention to the New Year's Day. When I originally, I can give a greeting card. So, started the first time, the birthday of others, can give a gift at the time of birthday. She is in addition to my family, the first person who makes me care about birthday. I started to have a throat. My voice has changed, and it is getting more and more heavy and heavier. So it is desperate to study, it will still be the second place. At that time, I thought she was my angel. It is the driving force I pursued. I have to catch her. That day I met my own drawer when I was going to school, and I came back to find that my diary seems to have passive traces, panicked. When I have dinner, I always got a parent from time to time, I was afraid that the days later didn't live. But I want to be wrong, I have been studying the score, still like her, still remembering her diary, sending a greeting card about her, I found that parents are not illiterate. The days have always been too fast, and it is high in high school. Maybe because I left her, I didn't like other girls again. However, at that time, I was also mature. When I was high, I finally discovered a girl with an apple. So, I like it regardless of everything. Moreover, the important point is: she didn't fall. Her English score is very good, so I also like to go to English. I like to lead the text with her in the classroom, I like to rehearse my English drama.
