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Categories: words and feelings
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Isn't it called mourning home to mourn to home? The heart of the white horse Liangren will not ride a white horse, self raised brats to me as a monkey play, childhood sweethearts plotting against the heart beyond over reed. Days old man na, quickly end my career of this dead wood, I can also carve this rotten wood, iron tree can also bloom. When a "lotus green as water" was misinterpreted by you; therefore, later he said every word I understand the wrong relationship.