PAST

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It was at lunch time that the exam was over, and when he came back to school, he beat us too.
I said he started it but I just couldn't get it to stick with it.
In fact, we all accept that we were pretty white, and we don't get it now
No more pride, the pride of the tide is overwhelming and, in fact, a handful.
I'm not even white anymore, I'll tell you, when I was in middle school, I was still in the room,
I was sick and tired (just because I had a contraction) when I started fifth grade when I was in the morning.
When it comes to the stomach it hurts!
Do you want to get it? But you can't run it. The problem started with the lock when the lock was closed.
I saw the closure and the seniors running around and looking up and down.
When I looked up, I didn't want to cry with the keys, so I had to do something.
I had to gather the fist and put it back in. The room was even hot and the cock was rising slowly.
When you hear the voice of the monk sitting in church, you just have to lift your hair.
No, I had to sit back, so I was so weak and crying that I was just a baby.
As soon as I got out of the hut (hey, don't be embarrassed), I cried.
What happened was I was shamed, my head was down, and crying was up next to me.
If the teacher is fine, then if I get sick, I lose the case of my son going to the teacher's house.
I have two friends who were helpful back then (when friends see you for nine months a month at home).
Please help me and go home to my teacher and take a nap until the evening
The teacher (Mrs. Thant Win Win) remembers so far.
Now, if our children who are in that grade now have no more than one, they ask for my name.
But I was very thankful to my teacher, so I was away
This is the case when I was in middle school when I wrote this post.
And for a long time I forgot the past, and when I read the blog, I went back to the past.
I want to read it when it comes to it.

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