Void Tran Manh Hung's short stories I stand before the mirror, long hair reaching to knees increases xoà in front, are you about to come up to reveal a white skinned face smooth. Aware of her beauty, well aware of the miserable fate of ourselves that create goods has given sender. I hug the tưởi. Often these at this, my door latches were very tight. I fear all.
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