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Suddenly wake up middle of the night, no sleep. Are not necessarily clear, like a real goodbye without notice, kept saying that leaving is not really goodbye, lose sleep also makes people feel so gloomy.
Snow season, no snow, it rained. Streets so dirty, so dirty water, humans are splashed onto the body of the dirty mud. This is a barbecue restaurant, clean cloth, silver vessels filled with choice of food, wearing white shirts and dark green vests, holding barbecues and the waiters were seated knife back and forth. The table by the window, wave power to the light beer, you can see the car on the rain outside. The leaves of ginkgo trees have been unbearable load, falling rain, there street lights and lights, so bright in the rain in flashes.
All this is only a difference in the bedding with the Last Supper, has no previous happiness, only unspeakable silence. Restaurant, very few, only a birthday party for the elderly people, laughter never distant. They fell to the glass of orange juice and white wine.
She said Lin, a friend of my family name winter, his daughter called from the winter snows, nice right? En. Lin simply crashed, and then looking over in silence. Orange, and shouts his way across the mature woman. Lin does not like meat, barbecue restaurant in the city's edge, many people, when facing a large ginkgo forest, very clean, and thus the election here. Lin likes to drink, he can show that drinking a man's courage. On one occasion, she drank too much in the entertainment field, forest similar to the phone to hear her whisper the Qing Yin, said that with me, you've never been drunk.
Later orange like, with them, can not drink, she thought pieces infamous lines: I said the grandmother, do not talk to strangers. They know in the fall, now is the winter, they met only quarterly. This season was enough for Orange in the winter sleep.
Middle of the night 3:00 up shower, spray flying, not like silk as silk hair cleaning the bathroom, the small and supple, warm water washed the body, but a little heart sink, cold to the feet low. Happy that all in-depth bone marrow, we should lose, watching helplessly, but could do nothing.seo|

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