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Some people say that women of duplicity, it is also true man, then to the mouth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], life and swallow, swallow like a mass of thorns, spines Lala's internal organs had been scratched,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], yes, I still not say, my words are not worth the money, not a waste of saliva, can not export it to say, can not face, but can not be chic turn, are cowardly or guilty? Is it really doing great, and I can take some solace?

sometimes really have to consider is the I slow it, whenever I reach out, they both are gone, like mouth, but never know what to say, what to say.

even the pain gives me a real excuse, I'm so unexamined, Einstein's theory of relativity is right, the time now changes in space and the expansion of space, however, and my heart was in the contract,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], return the best place to start.

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remember that people often told me,

I really hope the next time I open my eyes, when everything around me still, but I have a dream actually,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but every time down, reality and dreams mixed,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], on the one hand do not want to indulged in dreams, one must face reality, to escape? Face? To escape the reality and the dream, but for how long?
The boy said to do it a pig, eat and drink play Shuishui, what about you? Girl, I want to be your daughter, you make a protected pet but you will never betray the woman.

do not know how to suppress breast vent out, like yelling, but still not open your mouth, stay there,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the brain like a loop, only the infinite loop, able to go out.
If you place in my fingertips, I can catch you?
that reincarnation can not wait until the day that transformed into a butterfly?

or can I, which should not

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.