a nameless anger suddenly rises, random grabbed a book went to the tree and ran. I leaned against the tree, open book, a light fragrance smell came, gradually raised the darkness in my heart. I quietly looked at the books, looked at the "childhood" in the protagonist Allyson was always playing the grandfather, living in pain, chaotic environment, feeling a little ashamed: by contrast, I live in such a happy family. There is no reason to complain about a stop it? I close the book, stand up,
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