The first week I live date. Pouring rain that day, bringing cold swept through every crack in the door. I arrived very early grades, the school found asleep in tears. In some rooms only sporadic, I'm struggling between piles of furniture. Then a deep voice sounded "nuns who live Quynh day ', I was surprised a little, then pointed at her. Hieu immediately helped me break the chair. Photos you take each chair that cold rainy day funds, unusual warmth suddenly. Who knows, the first time I talked to him as well as his first independent now. We know each other from a statement of interest.
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