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I know a Mad Photographer - that's what I like to call him. On a rare tornado day here, he went crazy and ran towards the center of the tornado. I don't know what he could have captured. I also know a biker who insisted on circling around the tornado a few times. In the end, he almost got swept up into the sky with his bike. Only one guitarist, when the storm was approaching, worried about the sand and wind, covered his guitar. Speaking of that tornado, it was really fierce, and the land it swept over looked no different from "Interstellar." They have a strange one there.
Um... rules?
Not a strict requirement.
On Tuesday, all female employees wear strapless to work, it looks like a vacuum.
I really don't understand how this can be seen. Just a little bit makes all the men in the kitchen excited. Of course, there are also some old customers. But the consumption here is too expensive for me, and the taste is of course secondary. When I can really calm down and taste the food, maybe the chefs here are worth another visit.
It seems like no matter what food I eat, I don't have any sensation. Except for some specific foods that cause a slight allergic reaction on my scalp, I don't feel anything.
Not at all.
The otter they are raising is so cute, I want to nuzzle its nose. Another line from the ice maker is connected inside the glass cabinet.
"How often do you change the water every week?"
As I was asking this, my words were suddenly interrupted by him, and the waiter probably didn't hear clearly.
I don't know how the future will be better.
After finishing this meal, he only said he wanted to leave.
Let's go, come on.
So many people have already moved on, haven't they?
I think I should be more forgiving.
Be more tolerant.
Should.
Fuck, but something is bothering me.
It makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Hello, people who know me call me Brother Fan."
What a self-centered and foolish narcissist to come up with such an introduction.
I keep thinking about him, and I can't shake it off.
But I shouldn't.
Clearly, a person I dislike occupies a large part of my heart. This is unfair; he is not worthy or deserving.
I should be more forgiving,
I should.
Just let it go,
for myself.
I often think of your soul, drifting gently.
When I think of you, there are still some warm and beautiful, very soft things.
Like soft bread, sweet and tempting. But I also know you won't come back.
You're not coming back, are you?
What did you say to me?
"Don't cry, big sister will hug you."
He said, "I miss you."
Is it because I've said it too many times?
Now you want me to spell it out for you.
I,
I miss you very much.
Saying this,
It's useless.
I hate you,
saying that,
It's the same.
Can I still hug you?
But I've never hugged you before, right?
The snowy mountains you led me through, the campfire you lit when I was cold.
After you left, I never went back to those places.
Later, I went to the desert and the jungle alone, running through various ecological environments like in a game. Whether it was the poetic rain of the Jiangnan region or the extreme heat and cold of midsummer.
What makes me most sad is that we will neither reconcile nor return to how we were. No matter what I do, we have no connection. Not even a little bit.
I really,
kind of miss you.
But,
You won't come back.
You won't come back,
you,
He won't come back.
My rabbit balloon has been missing for a while.
By those who always speculate privately, thinking that others are as sinister as themselves.
They are the ones who truly can't stand beauty, living within rules and regulations, the only reason being that it's not in compliance. Love is the most non-compliant. So please, go ahead and abandon your own wives and children. "What a disgrace!"
Do you not find it strange to say such things?
What does it mean to become a certain way, or what should or shouldn't be?
Who is born as what?
No need to explain, I don't care.
I hold onto these hatreds tightly not only because they won't let me go, but also because they bring me pleasure.
The best way to eliminate hatred is to eliminate hatred; letting go will only leave me with nothing.
Always meddling in other people's business,
The most despicable.
Stupid.
I love you all!
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