It's the third day of the cold, and the trash can is full of toilet paper, and I think I'm back in junior high school.

。。。 Say a lot, get off work at nine o'clock, and then come back at half past nine, start to code words, code the words and fall asleep, until now I opened my eyes in a daze and saw that it was only 200 words, no, I want to go to sleep, snot and tears flow together, toilet paper is used in a roll, hey, begging for tickets and searching for treasures, today is even more, I can't bear it, comrades understand

"The Call of the Troubled Times of the Great Sui" anti-king Qi out of the cold. Uncomfortable is hitting the hand, please wait a while,

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