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Ha ha ha ... ... no matter how determined to be laughing ~ set myself a rule that, alas alas alas ~ ~ ~ ~ A life of holy, sober, crazy, drunk, suddenly found themselves fear the night , and afraid of a man sitting alone and quietly looked at the book study rooms, sitting taking notes, or sitting at a computer blankly in front of his slowly tapping the keyboard aimlessly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], according to the mouse, like find some things to myself to forget this feeling to play the game ~ ~ ~ Oh ~ not to mention watching movies, and failed, playing no less than the game, but could not watch the game film ~ For me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], had already lost interest in the ~ occasional whim to play, How long has tired of playing not long ago quit the game, how to once again appeal to me Yeah, the film even made mention of, and fits the story,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or the bear into the head to the plot.

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thousand years later, where to go after tomorrow, where to go. Have been thinking, did not dare to go beyond half a step, people live too die.
to their knot can not untie the knot, why have to play the knot it, obviously do not want to, and obviously very resistance, but why no matter how still you can not fight against, obviously can an easy, but again and again and again fall into the trap, like the morning to dream,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but obviously not wake up very well. Is it just would have died out of this nightmare. A word many times thought of death, I died many times and thought what would it? Went over the fifth floor of each building, I would think, jump what will happen? Ha ~ ~ I admit I can not jump, I'm afraid to die young ~ ~ I'm good I do not do such a stupid thing to think is not criminal it! Take a friend, she went to go fight his own career,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when I can own my own business to fight Yeah, really hope that this day come quickly, because this life is really suffering.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.