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Categories: words and feelings
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When there are wind and waves at sea, it is not appropriate to recite poems on the fence ...... awkward, not early to say, fell all fell down, I am not a scale, do not have to sink straight to the bottom, right? Luckily, I woke up soon, my hands are like jade, my hair is like clouds, I've crossed over? But that what fluttering, days, days, days, actually is a tail ...... God is blind ah, once in a while to wear, not only is not a beauty, simply not a person .........