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Incarnations of fate, if there is no afterlife, perhaps now there is no my world, only in order to find past lives for love DIY storage.
In my world, don't know when to have your presence, influence me in word and deed, dazed after 20 years, to make themselves better, from a I'm tired of staying to others stay greasy place, in a strange environment, looking for the invisible of the doomed fate.
The unfamiliar faces, which is, who are unpredictable, when you really have it, friend's eye is very understand, he will give you the direction. Stepped into the classroom full of meeting again, sitting in the back of the humorous genius is looking at the front of a strange girl, is alien to his curiosity, try to understand this strange face, quiet girl sitting in the front row, took notes carefully, very satisfied of listening to the teacher about the unknown world, there is a kind of feeling a little uncomfortable, seem to see him someone constantly, she has forgotten all about the feeling of attention. Fleeting time went back to that moment, or in situ, the girl want to determine whether there is such a person in staring at himself, curiosity distract her back turned, there is a pair of bright attractive eyes staring at her, the moment's eyes, the boy panicked, immediately shift the focus, the controls, turning the don't know about the textbooks which also had a look at the girl, the girl motioned in front of someone calling him, wondering eyes looked at the girl and sit at the same table touch of color to let him wake up, answer the teacher's question, "no, I don't have," he replied that all people smile, shy red face and looked at the girl, the girl told the answer, the boy schematic thanks girl, the girl just smiled. This was done in this class of embarrassment, the boy's behavior let the girl sure his feeling.
TV Mobile Stand Every time according to resist will always think of something about all of his heart, when deliberately class passed from him, want to know what he talked about some interesting things, also can let myself laugh. Live every day like this in his own world with a smile, happy. One day, his side have one more person, is a girl of my female classmates, they laughed at, what's the relationship between them, how can so, the girl's tears not to, her heart is painful, be smashed, the girl ran out and weep alone alone in an empty corner, friend's comfort, punctuate her heartache, cry more severe. Since then, the girl didn't want to, only focus on study, and seldom smile, try to let the girl to go to the ideal university, the result of the boys and I don't know what to do.
Came to an unfamiliar environment, the future is unknown, who knows what will happen, girl and friends walking in the campus, talking and laughing, suddenly the girl did not smile, also don't speak, froze, just staring at the front of a strange and familiar faces, wondering eyes full of tears, the boy stood on the opposite a burst of laughter, friends more confused look at both sides, will you come to know or... Said the boy, of course, we are still good friends, is not only meet but now I am her boyfriend, girl friend this just understand, oh, is originally this, I said, I'm a bit in advance temporary flash, have what matter Call me. Girl hasn't come yet and explained that she didn't know this man, more not a boyfriend, but her friend had run away.
Have been silent girl, boy also know her mind, forgive my mistake at that time, did not work together with you, I don't want to influence your study, don't want to bring you burden, I will learn bad, don't want to pull you back, don't want to... The girl has been crying into a crybaby hugs boy, you don't say, I know this, I know, the lovers cried, with a smile...
Perhaps is the fate, let them meet, meet again, and to know each other, love each other, perhaps this is the fate, cherish the people around us, they may be your partner wine tasting.


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