For a long time, I no longer believe in the sentence Van is human. Not only did I not believe it, but I also saw it as a tragic humor. If there is a bit of respect left in my heart for someone, it is still there but not many people But life scared me. Book lover her mind was lost in thoughts of plots poster. People to people have become natural disasters. That is also one of the reasons why the belief is lost day by day. In a strange country, people just see yellow skin, black hair. I just heard the same language, even on winter days, my heart suddenly became unusually warm. The same thing of the four directions of the world.
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