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22.05.2020 03:22
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On Saturday, grandma came to our house to deliver some fresh fruits and vegetables. By the way, let's also see if her granddaughter has become good. At night, after dinner, my grandma said, go to the park to play for a while. Say; "No, you can't do it alone, unless you let grandma go with you too." "No way, I had to take grandma to play in the park." I wanted to go to the park by bike. Grandma disagreed at first, but because I couldn't argue with me, I had to let me go to the park by bike. At the beginning, I rode very fast, and my grandma yelled at me while jogging; ���� ride slower, ride slower. '' I turned my head to see my grandmother. I did n��t notice that there was a stumbling block in front of me, which caused me to bump into it, and the person turned over. The grandmother ran over quickly, lifting me from the ground, rubbing it with a calluseed hand The light buttocks lifted the bicycle up again and said seriously; `` Look at you, let you ride slower, but you don't listen, and you fall for it if you fall. '' I continued to ride, but I always felt very heavy and could not ride up. This time I learned the last lesson mokingusacigarettes.com. After seeing if there were any obstacles in front, I secretly went back and forgot, and found that my grandmother's hand was tightly pulled The pole in the bicycle parking space has been running breathlessly at the speed of my bicycle. This is what I think; '' If I suddenly ride fast and throw my grandmother away, I can easily ride it Newport Cigarettes Coupons. ���� Just do it. While my grandmother didn't pay attention, I concentrated on my whole body to pedal the pedal to make the bicycle faster. When I left my grandmother behind, there was a person in front of me. My mind suddenly went blank, I forgot where the brakes were, and I forgot everything around me. Suddenly, the car stopped miraculously. I thought I came to ���� fairy tale world ����, where there are fairies, wizards, elves. . . . . . Which fairy elder sister lost a little effort, stopped a tragic car accident at 0.011 seconds, I turned around and looked at it, it was not a fairy, but a normal old grandma, that was It's my grandma. Grandma's expression never seemed to be like that, she said to me gaspingly; ���� You kid, how is that! You must be angry with me, my old bone will be exhausted by you sooner or later, it seems that I can't live in your house anymore, I will move away tomorrow. After talking, Grandma walked in the direction of my house. I couldn't forget the back view, and I didn't want to play anymore Marlboro Red. I had to go home and reflect on this matter, which made me feel the love of grandma. Grandma ��s love is like a cup of light tea, and I do n��t know the aftertaste after drinking; Grandma ��s love is like a lighthouse in the sea, pointing me in the direction; Grandma ��s love is more like |
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