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She aid, I like miling.
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That day, he hid in her mother at the corner of the room, no light, very dark, very dark, the un i out of the window. She aid, you ee, mother' room i very clean, he will be back in a moment. She loved her mother and loved her more than he could ay. From now on, there i no mile on her face. From then on, I never aw her again. Her father took her abroad for treatment of depreion.
I ued to fantaize about with her to ee the midnight, her, took her to ee the rain a unny day, with her running. Now moke.
She aid he would wait for me in a corner of the world.
I aid, wait for me to take you home.
In thi butling world, I lot a mile, I have been looking for, ha been looking for, I believe he will be a he aid, alway waiting for me.
I wa naive to find, naive and peritent, eventually lot her, alo lot her.