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Pieces of late

Right now we play the playlist made by our friend.

Speakers are been crazy we cannot fix.

Like music, flower is a journey too. Only a piece of tiny flower can bring me back to the past. I am the patchwork of the past. Melted ice wet the floor, and a camera bag, and also a lighting stuffs.


The house was build for a breakfast. Every morning, I wake up and do the laundry, then drink a cup of tea. Slowly, I cook egg. I eat with bread or noodle. After that I eat fruits. I try not, but sometimes I eat chocolate.


"And she put her widow's garments off from her, and covered her with a vail, and wrapped herself, and sat in an open place, which is by the way to Timnath; for she saw that Shelah was grown, and she was not given unto him to wife."

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All we know is that all the people wants to have supreme cashmere sweat pants, adjustable slacks, and fine ceramics. Fine. If possible, they want cats, after that, boys and girls.  

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