Because her heart was full of scars. The background of the sky outlined in her mind was too late to catch up with the unpredictable and difficult to guess the changes in the world. So far, she still wants to give up writing, giving up writing about the ups and downs between them which are the most painful but also the most difficult to give up. The conversation between friends often carries many dreams that she has been brewing for a long time. She said she was empty and put the cart before the horse. In response to the scene, she still wants to continue writing. -Not only for occasional. For, it is like Jade Love and earnest. The subtle love is like a beach Castle, just like two children working hard to build the outline with bare feet, gradually becoming clear, but being flapped and dispersed by the fresh and salty spray and oxidized along other stones, delicate in skyline. Compared with each other who need careful care in love, she chose to be a novelist. When talking about his life like white paper, it was thin and transparent. Did the skinny back ever get a pity from anyone. The faint smell always smells of agave. The fate of the thorn bird is always tragic but brave. What she loves is falling in love. One day, some people with too much intersection of life will be untouchable somehow as it says. When I still wanted to miss it, what I missed was not necessarily this person, but the illness I made at that time and the itching I couldn’t stop. Right. Instead, it seems to be relaxed. Even she said that novelists were not easy to do, so she could be a woman who complained casually, so free and free. The end of that long story didn’t need more words and had no special vision, but she thought that was not the end, but she still drew a conclusion. She said that writing novels is a burden, and it is no wonder that they shed blood when facing each other with swords. She also said that although she really knew the love of other families, she still forgot her name and time and space after writing. Later, she wanted to become a jumping fish, scaly, the big coffee in the novel world.

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