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New messages.
 
I am out of the earthquake relief headquarters of the tent, sitting on the steps of cold, dim the lights shining on me, the shadow of the pine and cypress Zhaoying to the opposite wall of tall buildings. I point a cigarette, more than the brain churn, profound sadness. Fear, confusion, loss, fear, these feelings took turns playing.
I told myself over and over again to be strong, if no one is concerned interest on their own, without someone to take care to take care of themselves. I forced myself to repeat the truth over and over again until completely numb. He has no message, same about the death. Minute by minute, I count the hours, watching the
Disappearance of the battery of a Princess. Not at any time in charge of the case, I should only start during the day. But I so want to get his response, I could not do anything else, at least ensure that my phone and electricity.
 
It was the most miserable of my life the night, which I found my love

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