Beautiful Natural Disasters

Chapter 7: Pluto One Hundred and Seventeen

I feel like I want to do something strange recently.

may be dying.

Death is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no fun.

50 or 60 years have passed, and my girlfriends have changed a lot, and there are no offspring, so it is not the problem of the woman, but my problem. I let the pregnant girlfriend’s family bury themselves next to the love tree she planted when she made an oath with me.

The offspring have become extravagant hopes, and I have enjoyed everything that the world can enjoy. What is the meaning of life or the joy of life?

Did I write to you about where I am going?

In fact, I still retain a basic sense of shame. I traced the origin of this thing, and it was actually tied to the cultural class. That is to say, after going to school, I had this kind of psychological reaction.

Life’s troubles and literacy begin, maybe it’s not a joke.

Try to block out all common sense, and then think about Guo Ben. As expected, there is no sense of shame, and it is even more interesting!

I decided to fulfill the promise I made to you, so I really promised this? I have a bad memory, so have I ever made this promise?

Here is a picture of me running wild on the field of the World Football Championship:

There is no concern for me, free and unrestrained in the convergence of civilized eyes. jpg

No one is allowed to mosaic me! Only in this way can the earth folks appreciate my boundless confidence and enthusiasm.

Below is the MD5 code and CRC code of this letter, to prevent theft of the picture and modify it to ensure that there is no code!

MD5:XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

CRC:XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Um… these two codes don’t seem to be used like this? Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk about it when I think about it.