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ma16.JPGこんにちわーまいごです

昨日はほんとお天気がよくて

ワタシのおうちの雪も大分

融けました。

で、お庭の端っこに太陽が

当たってとても気持ちよかったので

ぐーぐー寝ていたら

おかあさんが、昼休みに

帰ってきたのに気が付かなくて

パチリと撮られてしまいました・・・

敷物じゃないからねー (^・-・^)

                                         

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Love on a paper towel

her tears, the boy handed her a rough towel. Moment, she remembered her husband Calei paper towels - light and soft, light refreshing fragrance of jasmine.
Sometimes, even a paper towel, you can change a person's life.
wedding, her tears have been down, not just the bride must have a happy tear.
insisted she had held a grand wedding, not without a little compensation for psychological.
He was a medical doctor in America to open a pharmaceutical company, rich, educated car, the first time we met, told her that the operating room jokes that he laughed, "Oh," the. She also agreed to smile, but did not understand a lot of jargon.
he was good to her. Flowers, drove her to work, took her to luxury entertainment, contributed to her out of the two essays. But he only turned a few pages and fell asleep. For him,cheap tiffany rings, she is always Gaoshanyangzhi, at arm's length. To all the people around her move the heart - such a man does not marry, but also so what kind of man? She eventually married, but tears streaming down involuntarily. Mercedes-Benz in the luxury car, he led the way with a paper towel wiping away his tears for her thin, faint fragrance of jasmine cage her face.
comfortable day, she remembered the boy.
awareness in a pen at the boy. The first night, the moonlight spilling splash splashing mountain are. Leaning against the railing of her patron, put himself in the moonlight to go, listening to far in the dance music vocal dance. Then, I heard him from her walk, stop for a low humming the sentence: "several blown wars moon night." She straightened up stunned: Could he hear the sound of her heart? Them later on always the case: a word, she said the last part, he will naturally pick out the next half. Pen over, they returned to their city, but still with the phone and the postman, Wen said about poetry, chatting, and then falling in love, and finally as - gonna get married.
unconsciously boy's letter bunched up into a group, her whole people are shocked. Perhaps, she always knew such a result, but ...... she saw her husband in front of a computer dedicated figure, has already begun middle-aged extra padding - how can he do? Boy constantly reminders. Every time I see the boy, she is determined to go home to her husband immediately after the showdown. However, how to say it? He said to her, has been so good.
torment her time, thoughts chaotic wind blows Sophorae: forward or back? Divorce or not to divorce? When they meet again, increasing the voice of the boy asked. She remembered his own sorts of grievances, could not help but drop a tear.
boy panicked and pulled out a search of the body was handed her a tissue.
That paper color gray, texture sloppy, in my hand, hard rough, to see that this is a free market, said on the pounds sold.
She remembered that when he was her wiping away his tears with a faint scent of jasmine tissue, soft and delicate and light, just like he gave her the day: a comfortable, gentle, clean. If it is not met him, she could not even out within two years, two books, it is impossible to keep a girl still worldly pure, she remembered his luxury car and those with boy in cold and windy last train of the night streets, etc.; Kenwood stereos and his boys would often pat loud "Walkman" ...... boy gave her love, he gave her a woman's life is almost the most important thing: security feeling.
unconsciously, her tears stopped, she gave him a towel boy, and said quietly: "I have my own."
She later still often think of the boy, but not once regretted their choice:
If, emotional and quality of life, one is the rose, the other is eating a vegetable every day, then she can only choose the latter.
But, that day, the boy handing me, why is it so poor a towel?

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