the poor can not satisfy me

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different customs , and doomed to end our love . To your family , and I can not give . I remember my sister said, the face of a person's life than the more important , the poor can not satisfy me ,tods shoes, so you have chosen to sacrifice our love , you said , in a long time ago not to live your life.


night.
Perhaps now you have sound sleep, I but no sleep . A man facing an all-encompassing darkness. The injured heart is still aching , eyes still closed and wept.

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I thought our love could last long, I thought our love would be a miracle ,tods, but today I know a lot of things we can not predict, you suddenly go, let I Cuoshou not urgent . You once told me that their parents have only one , but there are many good men , I know we can not be hand life, one day we will always leave each other. But I know I love you, think you, love is you .

I love you , but not with you ,dre beats, perhaps the day will see you get married. You know how much I want to, to watch their loved ones and others walked down the red carpet ,beats by dre, I collapsed. All the people say ,tods men, if you really love , and how will care about these worldly things, I can not answer , and he is perplexed . Always said that he would find a better , but I hesitated , and seemed to love no longer look forward , no longer believe.

I discovered that in fact incurable loneliness

I do not have possessed the wrong moment

If you can


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.