佚名 / Anonymous Mr. Dawson was an old groud everyoow. Kids dared not to go into his yard to pick a yummy apple, because Dawson, they said, would e after you with his BB gun. When, one Friday, Ja and Amy got ough to his house, Dawsoh his usual frown. But whe ut on a broad smile and said, “Hello! Miss Amy. I see you’ve got a little...
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八千年,像是一场虚幻,我一直等待着归来的那一天,八千年了,我终于回来了,我归来时,城若阻我,我便拆了那城,神若拦我,我便杀了那神,曾经,我没有能力保护身边...
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