a gloomy winter afternoon, rice baby by who you took in your neighbourhood. With our kids that are fun to play then don't remember the time. Been fun so the ham tweaked lyrics, telling of her mother. At about dusk, not seeing his mother in the House, you know I'm all turned away to find the all over the neighborhood. A moment later, my mother sea Barber running on wet clothes, dark, bone-bone face of mother re cold, my hair's breadth because green tableland, xòa double side cheeks ... Looks real mother worried, my mother had just thrilled just angry. Glad I was home before the rain, angry because took without permission, her mother, back home for dinner. My mother said nothing but deep and penetrating eyes dark circles of the mother is clearly seem angry, getting past the frustrating
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