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22.11.2019 08:21
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When I was in junior high school, I started living in a living, and a new chapter in my life began. Once, at night, I went to the East Gate to take things with my roommates. The roommate recognized her bag at a glance and picked it up. On the way back to the dormitory, she flipped the clothes in the bag first, then put the nose up and sniffed a few times and said Marlboro Gold, "My mom seems to bring me a soup of jaundice." Before I got to my nose, I screamed and smelled a faint smell. Back to the dormitory, we can't wait to open the insulated bucket. We have spent a lot of effort Marlboro Lights. When the lid is just open, there is hot air, but it is sparse. Take out the spoon and eat! I took a bite of soup first. At this time, it seemed as if the whole house was holding the aroma of the soup. I took a deep breath and no longer wanted to call it out, as if every inch of the whole skin was wrapped in this smell. She and I shared the soup from her mother. She said that the mother also brought me a piece of content. I was grateful and moved and began to enjoy. Putting the soup into the mouth, I felt a warmth slipping into my throat, along the esophagus, slowly flowing down, swaying in my stomach... The face of the roommate was full of happiness. Soon, the soup was wiped out, and we quickly solved the jaundice in the soup. After cleaning the insulated bucket, the roommate put it on the inner balcony. At this time, the smell of the soup can still be smelled in the air. Every molecule seems to be constantly drilling into the nose, and the aftertaste is still in the person. The sharing between them can bring happiness, happiness and satisfaction. The roommates share with me Marlboro Cigarettes, share the food, share the topic������������ and the rest of the room full of aroma seems to tell me, I This kind of understanding and sharing quality should be passed on, so that other people can also feel the "aftertaste" and can realize it. |
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