Rudel der Schattenmähnen
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06.09.2019 08:26
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Maturity means no longer paying attention to the noisy smile, no longer complaining about the atmosphere of complaints around, no longer being indifferent and indifferent, no longer obeying the decisiveness of others' opinions, no longer worrying about trouble and calmness, no longer enjoying the noisy and quiet silence. No longer overlooking and steep height, in other words, finally grew up, is a small adult. But at the age of seventeen or eight, we used the maturity to conceal the inner paleness and hollowness. Behind the glamorous is the confusion of growth, the suspicion of the world, the shackles of eagerness, and the darkness that is unknown. They are kept in huge cages, but they can't be released but they are screaming at the whole youth. "Some feelings, because they are too deep Marlboro Cigarettes, they can't open the drawers and open the drawers to write homework. The bright eyes look through the thick lenses and look at the neatly colored colors, but they bound her high school three-year textbooks. It was her irritability, and she used some ideas to filter some memories with huge hourglasses. Those little details, which seemed to be unimportant, forced her to be forced to look at the blackboard. Very reluctant gray must I admit that the words of the study committee are very beautiful. It is not like the hand of a weak woman. It has the style of some ancient calligraphy masters. It is easy and free, and the atmosphere is arrogant. A sensation of madness from a teenager can not help but sigh young. It is said that she has won a national competition. This is probably why she would rather waste brain cells to remember and not want to see the blackboard. Her words are ridiculed by many people and written by kindergarten children, even though she still I insist that I should still be good. I still don't like it, I will be embarrassed, I will envy "Number: Homework P30-35, Book P30, T1, 2, 3, Gold List P21-23; English: Gold P21-27, composition MY DREAM, P37 text read three times; Hua: Pyou-P41-46, a test paper, PS: Today is the mother gray is extremely unwilling to scan the homework again, then facelessly take The homework, pen, draft, computer that you want to write. When she put the lid on her cover, she looked at the blackboard she couldn't avoid. The dark black light resided on the word 'Mother's Day.' If you think about it today, Mother's Day is Mother's Day. Do not call her thick eyebrows to become a group, black short hair surrounded her pale face to face that face is more petite, her face is covered with a pathological weakness, the small nose is infected with an unexpected blush . The hand holding the pen unconsciously circled what counted, there is nothing to say Carton Of Cigarettes, it used to be open to high school before, and it should be sensible, and only half a month to see it Newport Cigarettes, but for the sake of a 'Mother's Day Happy, and the phone call will not be very emotional. "Hey--" The pen at the same table accidentally fell to the ground, and the crisp and piercing voice cut her lingering thoughts and slammed into the elbow. The woman's hand, whispered, "Schoolmaster, do you have to say that Mother's Day is happy?" If the schoolmaster said it, she also said, "Say it." Xueba leaned over his face and looked at the gray eyes. Guess what my mother is doing? "What reaction? "Schoolmaster said yeah, really want to say "dead gimmick, today is what is wrong with the ribs?" Have a bad test |
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