I laughed again when I saw the torn note. People can say that whatever it is, if it is a friend, he will come back again. And I believe he will come back to me.
I took the paper out of the paper. Embrace and caress. I invite laughter and smile.
crazy. Really funny. After I was satisfied with my work, I put paper on my desk. and...
Shouut ...
The wind blew memories from the window and fell into the courtyard. Soon I went out and pursued the paper. It's the only one I can remember.
