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A snowflake,Dancing in midair in clear,I must recognize the direction of my Flying, soaring, soaring,This is the ground there in my direction.That indifference, not to the valley,Gloomy not that of the foothills,Not on the shortage Street to melancholy Flying, soaring, soaring, You see, I have my way!… …Although Ms. Wood then wear a veil.Then, the monk pretending to be calm, just said something
That everybody looked at each other’s words: "Wood is the bad guy."2When Miss Wood in an article "My dear, I am cold," was published in the Digest, there are two special attention to it.That is just entering the "Digest" of visitors: animal in nature.Since the animal in nature witnessed monks and Wood first met Miss scene, her interpretation of the
Brain immediately thought of her Renruqiming with the character: that a monk is very timely humor cells and have the advantage to please the girls  to become The socalled: her against him. Seeing the delicate and charming Miss Wood, a monk of the Wood’s fond, a deadly trap in her mind flashed.Here there is a faithful reader, as Miss Wood 

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