I collapsed in my bedroom, without Hoang’s friends at that time, I wonder what I would have been if I fell back and hit my head on the iron without anyone knowing. My mother also doesn’t know anything. It was also fun because looking at my mother, I suddenly wanted to read her two verses. Trump tank poster. My mother hardly cared about poetry. Beauty is as old as a general. No promise to the world. These two sentences I want to give to my mother, but I die at any time, so unreasonable as a dog and a half money, but what treasure. People At the same time, the road has to split the mountain and cover the river to escape or let it go wherever it is. Servant, khanh general, it also comes at a time to.
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