like a pseudo desire,
everything is normal when a hard hit on the right in front of my face. Not a face which is usually but a face that dwelt deep inside. The face of the ordinary is often frolic with either heart or mind, or even both, which is obvious when chatting face felt cool and soothing at all. the face was indeed strange but always able to pull away into the style conscious happy, more happy than happiness that has been I guess.
"I care" voice today sounds much more ambitious and energetic. my heart said "there's something wrong with the face", as he looked for a moment his face was saying "I'm fine, you know me well until now".
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