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I satyed the same hotel which
I stayed 2 years ago. The landlady was more youthful and beautiful
than that time. She keeped me the same room as before. When I went
into the room, I had some familiar feelings for a moment. The wall
was reapplied and the poetry of the barren love read at that time
was embedded in the white paints.
At that night, I took out the chicken. When I eating, small rat
came for play. I ready to picture her immediately, sensitive she
hide in the bottom of my bed soon. She spread a nerve to the point
of a tail and tried to look for someting to eat.
I was praying that she will choose the bone of this chiken from
my earlobe for her dinner and fall asleep. |
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