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The girl has grabbed the corner seat of the bride today. She has been dressed in a parlor, looks very nice to him. As if a fairy came down from the sky to the ground. I looked at her. I'm looking at someone who is not close to the girl. It is not illegal to look at me, it is more legitimate.
I look at him and feel a void in his eyes. Just for today's day she made herself worthy, as if she was a good husband. She might have wanted someone else instead of her husband instead of today's groom.
She is sitting on stage now with her groom. Everyone is taking pictures with them. The groom is very shy, the bride and the bridegroom do not go. The groom sometimes looks at the ears and looks bored, and the bones of the ears and the bones look bored. Now I look at the bride and I look at the ear. She was very satisfied with getting her this groom, but she wanted to make herself more satisfied by spreading all the satisfaction but her family did not accept their relationship.
Tissue in the girl's hand The face sweats wipe out the tears of eyes, carefully removing the tears. No one can understand. And the boy may be sitting there thinking of flowering night or thinking about honeymoon after marriage. But the girl just thinks about her past.
She thinks sadness, sadness, compassion, memory and memory.
The girl will soon be in the car arranged by the groom. Then mother-father, dear sister or close friend will cry, and tears will be erased by tears before drying. Do not get saddened by seeing someone go away. The girl does not feel bad about her crying herself, but she feels very bad for someone crying for her.
Since then, she was the daughter of a father's dancer. This is how a story of a story begins with a princess, and then the story of love begins when the husband is better. Then the story of a victim started when the husband was bad.
Women are exploited but never say no to anyone, she thinks it will insult her husband. She will eat a wife and she will not eat it. Perhaps the husband will love him again. No matter how proud she is to her husband, at the end of the day a woman loves her beloved man a lot. Bigger than
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