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Rush centuries , quicksand dies , even if we have Allure Yan , even though some days are just jealous , centuries later , a few of the sand, the tomb one , always a bowl cure my escape , but a back Lethe soul . She rarely come down and people are mixed rink Lianshu , she saw a one thousands, and a one petrels . In fact they are roller-skating circle of friends .
Mother's memories are floating dust in the head, not that pale blue components, like dust, no root; only that pink fantasy, intermittent, vague. Mother always said her grandmother, grandmother, grandfather and her grandfather's stories, always immersed in the liberation, in the shadow of the old society in the to and fro. Sometimes, I really can not tell his aging mother is still living in the real society, living in a fantasy, she said some inexplicable old words. What was her grandmother's less a tooth comb, and that Yinzan child shiny. Grandpa's gun can be polished bright, sometimes waking her sick sometimes confused when I saw the walls there are many villains children dancing on the windows, the ceiling is, Grandpa "pops" shots, Those villains gone. Heard my grandmother say "gas, alive!" While another saw the villain put my heart in dancing ...... infiltration infiltration, never believe ghosts say I feel creepy.
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