Old family friend in the Nursing Home "gone never repatriated" each life. See them today, then tomorrow they have to go far. They move silently out. Quietly slowly. Complementary. I mourn feel comfortable vague.
One day visiting my friend was excited and had the opportunity to pray:
-He told me to take me to save children. I die!
-If we ask him to do it put the application take me! Take me home, sir!
You're silent lonely hearts I recalled the words of Fellowship Pass before leaving home Nursing Home is the last house at the old age:
-You know wealth in the Nursing Home What misery! Below! The last house is also debt you there!
So here I was in strokes. Chen Dongcheng
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