On both sides of the table sat a man and woman.
the hands of the ring.
> 23 years old, young, energetic, very good age.
white skin, vibrant body, a pair of bright, expressive eyes.
woman ah really good, unfortunately.
; If you are like me, I do not mind for your Valentine. you love her? love her? now, she should have been old and useless, people can not see the bar.
Otherwise, the company's dinner, how to never see you take her to hh can be exposed to the cold eyes of men, after he gave up the idea.
static hh
taste, know how to care about people, many, many. anyway, and I had seen people who are different. You're special.
br> people always seem to be able to see things easily inside. taught me a lot, I Do not care about gains and losses; Do not care about the immediate things; so I try to treat people good. At the time I in front of her, just like so young children. Perhaps that feeling, and now I feel about you. was really strange, stubborn temper, I just listen to her. as she said, accept the reality that they are useless to strive to work. that year, work seems to hope halo pelican �� Xin Shu Yi wall yi rafter!?
bomb the bomb ash man, went on.
bed, home furniture, but also pitiful. you know? married for a year, I bought her a diamond ring first, saved a year's money. of course, is maintained behind her back. If she knew It is certainly not to the. draw. other men note of time, has 10 PM.
? I can not and will not, be sorry for her to do. I went to her age, would be even better. . heart smiled, turned to go.
candles. daze.
man came home, opened the door, walked straight up to the bedroom, opened the lamp.
along the bed and sat down.
I became so good, a lot of people like me Yeah. they might, I will be heart. Why put me into so well, then he go first? me, I am a man, so alone ah. said a man choked and finally broke down in tears.
tears, drops from the man's cheeks, playing in the palm of the DPF. dim the lights, old photographs, filled with, and are the late woman, Although a touch of gentle hh
an ordinary, such as roadside grass, but always the life and personality of their own
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