A live live 2003 got left tail, the stalk of the past years, several downtown Dayton on the always great wine, but no much interest this year, Christmas and New Year will then going children, too poor a bit. So calm in the last days of the year away, neither the sum nor outlook, past and future are imaginary, and can take pretty good now.
Wong patting off, the road on the island of thin cold force, in which, under prolonged tempered, perhaps until the year 2046 we can see, , the feeling is the concept of the play, the martial arts made into the surreal. I used the iron, a hated them, even the aluminum is not a.
2003 At the end of the sun 14 degrees above zero, our shop into the East Third Ring, in the Tuan Jie Hu over the sunset has to pound Gongzhufen, disability poet Byron Po Kong came poetry: Kaopu shuttle between Pakistan and the screw, but crashed into a 2004 years is about a bell.
Hanxing Pudong in Shanghai, night, in the classical contrast is the lychee black tea, listening to the lute, in the next guests me: International Hotel to Fuzhou Road, Shanghai Book City, one of the brother looked at the map the streets mad with my pocket, my pocket depressed, and said something to his puzzling words: bookstores, and to line up your home, you also know where you own home? have collapsed, it is also how to save to ah?
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