At home, I kept wandering into the garden, saw the birds retriever in the mine, he mimics me to write by mouth, but could not. Waste pickers find chicken in the garden, I get bricks writing Bushy feet, "he said.
" Many times my mother's tears when he saw his son sweating struggled with the full field of writing. I started writing the letter O, V, and then I continued to practice pen clip. Then one day, out of consideration for the family so my teacher in the classroom, but she did not believe that I wrote it. "
Difficult, but he worked hard day and night writing. Eventually he also clamp meter, compass draw round, square. the indoor what he will do with his magical feet.
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