Miss Suicide
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23.11.2019 03:05
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Late at night, the gentle moonlight filled the earth, and everything was like a silver gauze. The houses and trees are asleep, and they enter the round dream with the round moon. Every festival is full of joy; every promise is full of expectations; every season is full of charm; every Mid-Autumn Festival is full of reunion and thoughts. The taste of the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of tears of love and reunion. [Chapter 3] [I tasted the taste of pain] In the whole life of a person, everyone tasted different tastes, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy... This is the taste that everyone tasted, and I tasted it. The painful taste has rarely been tasted. Since I started school Online Cigarettes, my mother began to worry about my safety, because every day I rode to school alone, and because my home is far from the school Parliament Cigarettes, my mother is always worried. Originally, I was spoiled at home and I was always pampered because I was the only child in my family. I just started riding alone and I didn't get used to it. I was not happy. But then, I wanted to open it, alone, without the constraints of my parents, it was very good. Over time, my speed began to grow, and my mother��s fears for me began to grow, because one day she saw me. On the road and a group of students "wild". Therefore, she is more and more uneasy about me, following me every day, several times, I am impatient, want to chase her away, but she is also thinking for me. As long as she doesn't follow me, I am more "wild" and I am not addicted enough. For a while, my mother was doing work at home, so I stopped sending it to me. When I knew it, my heart was a happy one! After that, I started my car life, so I went home a lot earlier than usual. . My mother knows that I am sure to ride very fast. I will be careful when I am leaving. Don��t ride too fast, and every day I take this as a whisper, just verbally agree Marlboro Gold. This day, as always, I pushed the car to go to school. My mother still yelled at me as usual. I thought: What can I say? Every day I said, I am not riding like nothing? ! So I just verbally agreed, but my heart was thinking about the game that I didn't finish last night. My mother looked at me absent-mindedly, and just sighed and shook her head helplessly. When I got on the road, I started to squat again. I was very smooth along the way. When the last intersection, the lights had turned yellow. I was anxious to go to school, so I rode faster and decided to cross the intersection. When I arrived at the middle of the intersection, I suddenly ran a car from my right side. At that time, the speed of both of us was not low. He hit me. I fell directly to the ground and my right leg hurt. Just now, I realized the painful taste - because my leg was broken - I was in a car accident. This is the painful taste I have tasted, the unforgettable and painful taste that others can't taste. taste |
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