完美的牢骚骚到痒处
牙痛,不请自来。
爱情,不请自来。
岁月,不请自来。
灾难,不请自来。…
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I Wanted to ... ...
I awoke when the sun rose. My body was sore, my cheek textured with the imprint of the forest. I'd slept six hours, maybe seven. Pushing up into a sitting position, I adjusted myself away from the two circular puddles under the heath.
The…
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