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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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Once the downtrodden and scribbling man, but now the fluttering and depressed young; in the past life for the taste of the woman died, this life and was thrown by the wife; sad and forgetful tightly holding the gun, the road is the supreme love road. If you know what my heart is like, who would laugh at me if I pointed my gun at the sky? It can be said that "the gun in the hand, all things are rest; love road worry, do not say the wind flow." <br />