01-03-2019
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I stopped long
His molester misses something like his gestures
He is afraid that he will step down, but the path will not let him down, nor will he be able to repent
She stopped long as a madman suddenly lost his heart
He searches for his hands and walks on the lines of his hand, and the night turns to him
She stopped for a long time like a cloud, her eyelids drooping sadly
I stopped to shake off the shadow that was too long to wait
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