 Wysłany: Czw 17:52, 31 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Rose never die |
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| I was a dirty stray dogs, living wandering life.
I home in large trees, where sleepy to sleep hungry, he would find in the box next to food - even though others call it trash. Considerable amount of time I can find food, but sometimes bad apples Pork sometimes in the process. I had this kind of life, I meet, do not ask for more. quiet life I was completely broke her arrival. Had to admit she is a beautiful cat. I fell in love with her Replica watches, as occurred in the four items on the Verge that, I know I fall in love. to please her, I buried the Pork yesterday - as a gift to her. When she agreed to the Pork I only when I actually forgot buried happy place. I dug tirelessly dug in several places before. I only know a few holes dug silly, the face of the earth, where she subtle smile. I gave her the piece of meat, she does not agree. Men hands of meat pushed around, like playing table tennis, Men split the last piece of meat. She looks really nice dinner, and she quietly ate I blankly look at ... ... Since then, I more diligent, and I get up early every day, go to Pork meat just to see her look at noon. One day, a girl took a rose on our household of the tree, I look pretty to occupy it. At noon, I gave the rose, I loved her, watching her look intoxicated, I being dead. But Anhai not dead, it is just exaggeration. The next day, he cried and ran for the roses I sent her thanks. Looked at her sad look, I heart sore, I decided to get her a rose will never fade. ... ... I was I in a flower shop next to the long-entrenched and saw a boy to the boss after a colorful note to mention in that flower away. When I walked beside him when I resorted to the most adept of the unique skills, leap, claiming that more than flowers. Cried the boy, and soon, a group of people surrounded Baan ... ... then the piercing pain, but I was biting the flower, hold mouth ... ... I's head was smashed, and two legs sore, when I toad feet bleeding, his mouth tis never rose to meet her litter. She may be I look scared, meow loudly, gone. I want to go, but I foot hurts ... ... I, she never came back Rolex, I wound well, but there is a leg can no longer endure the earth. I under the trees every day in our household, dangling roses that have never litter, waiting Rolex replica, waiting, waiting for her there ... ... Postscript: Perhaps somebody litter under the tree next to see a limp old dirty dog in its mouth a plastic rose, it has been impossible to separate flower color. You may not care to walk, who knows it could be the experience of it? Perhaps, you, you, as well as he might have had the same experience and it has the same look as the story ... ... |
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