Opened the door, time began to turn the clock back. I'm back to the naive childhood. Childhood is not a piece of weeds, filthy is a piece of pure land, no shelter, when the sky. Here is pure and sweet, always make people have a good memory. Once, I had a birthday. Dad gave
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