46. Cat schoolhouse
The cathouse.
I don’t think so. I’ll see you when I move.
I ran into the schoolhouse with a pair of cats in their ears, sitting in the corner eating cat cans.
He threatened me not to say anything.
But how come the color of his tail is exactly the same as the one I used to go to?
Rumor has it that the school’s presumptuous and insolent, and it’s so much love for it.
This is such a bad boy who’s standing in the corner with a pair of cats in his ear and eating intoxicated cat cans?
I rubbed my eyes and opened them.
What a cat!
It’s like when I’m in the middle of a day, and I’m looking at it like I’m eating something.
From time to time, you lick the food residue on the corner of your mouth with your tongue.
Dude, the school bull’s a transvestite.
I’ve got the cat ears on his head and the tail behind him.
And in my heart, there’s also a transvestite.
So now I’ve discovered the secret of the school’s master.
This is not a place to stay!
As I was about to sneak away, the scene suddenly opened my eyes and looked up on me.
“Who’s there? I’m sorry.
I’m like a thief caught, standing there, squeezing a sandwich in my hand, and I don’t know what to do.
“Bob, you’re here for lunch, too? I’m sorry.
In contrast, the leaves were frowned, and his hands and feet were too busy hiding the cat can behind his back, and he was too busy covering his ears.
And his face rose red, and he cried out to me, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“I passed by…”
The atmosphere became awkward.
“That’s nothing, a transvestite is no shame. I’m sorry.
“Do you play cosplay, huh? Cos’s black, cute…”
“The tail, the electric, the configuration is so high. I’m sorry.
“So rich…”
But every time I kiss my ass, the face of the leaves is ugly.
I’m gonna cry, “What, I got something to do. I’m gonna go. I’m sorry.
Just as I was walking, preparing 100 metres for this embarrassing spot.
My arm was held by a leaf view, and the whole man fell back and was brought into his arms.
A shadow fell, and I raised my head, and I saw the horns of the leaf.
“I’ve got a transvestite and a cosplay thing to play, please don’t tell me. I’m sorry.
Even though it’s laughing, it says the words “prosephilia” and “cosplay” very seriously, and it’s a bit of a bite.
“Or else, I can’t promise what I’m gonna do. After all, you call me the school boss, right? I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask him why he knew my name.
Weekend.
As usual, I’ve gone to frequent cat curry.
“Lin, where are the leaves? I’m sorry.
Because of the number of times I’ve come, I’ve known my boss.
Little Lin pointed to the top of the pail, where a black and dark figure was strangling, and the sun fell and the hair was coated with a soft golden light.
I called it a few times.
The leaves moved in their ears, then stretched out a laziness and looked me in the eye and fell asleep.
I took the cat out again and made him laugh, but the leaves didn’t jump as fast as usual.
I didn’t see it.
I’m a little lost.
Turn around and stomp a doll around.
A black claw hit me on the back of my hand, and I turned my head and looked at the amber eyes of the upper leaf.
I took the opportunity to hold it in my arms, and I buried my head in its soft belly and snorted.
Ah, I feel cured.
“Are you jealous?”
I’m going for it. It’s like it’s getting it, and I’m proud of it.
The leaves are the first cat I’ve ever been close to, and it always looks like it’s pompous, but whenever I touch another cat, it comes in and slaps my hand.
“A jealous little cat like you is born to be killed! I’m sorry.
I said, kiss it again.
And suddenly, I saw the tail of the leaves, pure black, with only a little white on the tip of the tail, in shape as a leaf.
The color of the tail is exactly the same as the cosplay that was played yesterday.
I’m just kidding myself: “Lips, did your tail come out of the neighborhood? I saw someone play the tail prop yesterday. I’m sorry.
The leaves were frozen and jumped off my leg.
“What’s wrong? Did you change him? I’m sorry.
Of course Cats can’t be human.
The leaves, however, were a little off, lying on the ground, and the pupils were amplified, and they looked tense.
A little while later, jumps on a higher cat’s shelf and turns his tail up.
No matter how much I yelled.
Strange.
I feed stray cats once a week, but today I happen to meet a leaf view.
The stray cat rubbed my hand.
As I was happy, a voice of resentment and anger dipped into my ears.
“You can’t touch it. I’m sorry.
I was so scared that I looked back and looked up at the top of the leaves and looked up in the sun.
“What, what’s wrong, Cat hates being touched? I’m sorry.
“Not really. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Like watching a cheating bitch.
“But you can’t touch so many, it’s very…
Very?
“It’s very fancy. I’m sorry.
Leave the scenery to say the words, and I’ve made the wrong hand shrink back.
You think it’s funny to touch a kitten?
But the next second, I’m stuck in front of my head.
He came over and sniffed in my neck.
And then he said, “You smell like other cats. You stink. I’m sorry.
And although he was repulsive, he did not draw any distance from me, but on the contrary he was closer.
He said, I smelled my own clothes and didn’t smell anything.
“Did you? I don’t smell anything. I’m sorry.
“That’s your nose. It stinks. I’m sorry.
All right, just your nose.
I’ve taken a few steps back in my heart, so I don’t stink at this bad-tempered schoolboy.
I didn’t know the face of the leaf scene was worse, but it wasn’t good to say, “What are you doing so far away? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
What am I going to do now? I’m going to take a shower and come closer to you?
“You said I smelled something. I’ll stay away from you before I stink to you. I’m sorry.
I murmured, and the leaf sprung and looked even more angry.
He said, “Hum away his head.”
He’s like this, and it reminds me of the leaves, and if I go and touch another cat, it’s gonna come, and the claws are on my hand, and when I say “meow,” I’ll put my hairy head away.
Aigoo, they’re all ancestors, a little tired.
“Are you here to feed the cat? There’s a lot of stray cats in this area. “I was careful not to discuss it, so it wouldn’t get weird.
“I don’t feed cats. I’m sorry.
And he took a look at me, and said, “I just came to ask you if you had told me about me.” I’m sorry.
I swear to God, “No, of course I will never tell you.” I’m sorry.
And the view of the leaves looked at me, and by being too close, I could see clearly his shiver eyelashes and his dim eyes.
And he said: Is it true? I do not believe. I’m sorry.
Then why are you asking me?
“You come here often to feed cats? I’m sorry.
I noded, I looked at the hairy kid who was eating so bad, “I loved cats, I couldn’t have one when I was a kid, I couldn’t have one because my parents didn’t agree, and now I’ve had too many classes, and I can’t keep them company often. I’m sorry.
“Where did you rent the house?” I’m sorry.
I wonder why he asked, but I told him.
However, what he said next left me standing in my face.
“You will never come here to feed cats again. I’m sorry.
Consistent, command tone.
“Why?” I said, “I’m loud.”
Is the school boss so broad?
“I’ll feed the cats here every day, so don’t come. I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you just say you don’t feed cats? I’m sorry.
“Does not you have a lot of lessons?” I’m short, I’m particularly interested in feeding cats, and I come here every day and they eat well. I’m sorry.
You’re a little bit of a fan, aren’t you?
“Can’t you come and feed me? I was angry with him.
“You’re 100,000 Why?” I don’t like the cats I feed. I’m sorry.
The scenery was straight and I was so angry I had to spit blood.
Fuck you.
I’m not mad at you, and I can’t take advantage of the fact that this is a school bull who likes to fight when he says he doesn’t agree.
He said, “You’re too much! I took the sb class and I was charging it with the cat. Why can’t you feed someone else? I’m sorry.
Leafview picks up a frown and rarely has any anger on his face.
“You can go to the cathouse. I’m sorry.
Hey, right.
But that’s not why you’re so arrogant.
He looked at me a little shaken and continued to follow the good way, and he said, “Don’t you go around school a lot? I’m sorry.
Huh? I guess so.
I mean, the leaves are the cats, too.
“How do you know I always go to that house? I’m confused.
I didn’t think I’d suddenly ask that, so I’m like, “Well, guess, it’s usually our school by the way, and you like cats so much, you must be a regular. I’m sorry.
Okay, that makes sense.
“And I did it for your own good. I’m sorry.
The scenery of the leaves came close and smiled on the face. It was handsome, but it was kind.
“Aah?”
I’m not here to feed stray cats for my own good.
“Do you think you have to come all the way here to feed a stray cat? I’m sorry.
“I was helping you share. I’m sorry.
“If you want to kill a cat, go to the house next to the school, take a day’s class, go to a cat on your way back. I’m sorry.
In the heat of the leaves, I hesitated to nod my head.
Seeing me nods, the smile on the face of the leaf scene is even brighter.
He’s got a point, but there’s no reason why cpu’s here.
Is it my fault?
Leafview said he’d never fed a cat before and was afraid he wouldn’t do it.
So I added my contact, and I could ask an experienced man who I can’t understand.
And then every day, he sends me pictures of him feeding cats.
I took a shower this day.
The phone rang a few times, and the leaves came with two pictures.
The first one is the hairy kids eating cans.
The second is a picture of the hairy kids tanning their stomachs when they’re done.
The heart is about to melt.
I said, “How cute! _
Then another picture came out of the leaves. He was carrying a white kitten.
White cat cubs with their eyes on them, nose-head powdered, small twirling in the heart of a leaf view, which looks softly at the calves of a cat with a shadow of long eyelashes.
Leafscape: [This is the white boy, he showed me today.] _
A milk-choo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
I said: [Ah, aah, aah, so cute!] _
Paradoxically, this phrase sends out a chat box to the back of the leaves that always shows “the other side is entering” without sending a message.
I realized that I had not said exactly who was cute.
Do you think I’m talking about him?
I’m sure you don’t like being told he’s cute!
So I explained: [I mean, these cats are so cute.] _
This does not show “the other side is entering” anymore.
I put my phone down and I was going to blow my hair and go to bed.
The phone beeps again.
Leafscape: [Ooh. _
[I’m not mistaken, explain anything.] _
[Whispering] _
I don’t know.
Okay, I’m done.
After a while, another picture came from Leafview, his hand.
Fingerbones are clear, white and thin.
There was a long mouth on the back of the hand, scrambling the back of the hand from the root of the food finger, with the skin coming down, and a blood bead permeating.
Leafscape: [Sniffed while feeding the cat.] _
The wounds looked serious, and my fingers were pressed fast on the screen, [first with soap and running water] to wash the injured place. _
[Then dry the wound with a gauze, and then wash the wound with physico-saline water. _
As soon as it was sent out, Leafview made a video call.
I got scared, I was about to hang up, my hands were shaking, it was on.
And then, the handsome face of Leafview took over my phone screen.
He should be at home, lazy and light, soft and cold.
“What are you doing? You haven’t blown your hair. I’m sorry.
The voice of the leaf view came out of the phone, mixed with electronic noise, and some of the dumb, which was normal, but I heard my ears dry.
“Did you heal your wound just after the bath? I replied, and asked.
Seriously, making video calls with people who don’t know each other, it’s embarrassing to fucking open the door and get home.
But the leaves were just staring at me, not answering.
I went down in this sight, and I was like, “It’s not too deep, you take care of it first. I’m sorry.
“Will you not ask me if it hurts?” I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
A question mark came up, and that’s what you’re playing for?
“Does your wound hurt? I’m sorry.
“A little. I’m sorry.
“Take care of the pain. I’m sorry.
“But I don’t have anything to do with the wound, and I can’t do it with one hand. I’m sorry.
No, you’re just caught, not disabled.
But I’m just giving it a hard time.
“What’s wrong with going to the hospital?”
Who knows when it comes to saying this, the scenery of leaves changes, “Do you like helping me?” I’m sorry.
I’m trying to explain. I lost the video phone.
Well, it’s faster than a book.
The point is my house doesn’t have anything to do with the wound!
I’ve sent a message to Ipkim. He didn’t reply.
Half an hour later, Leavesy: [Why didn’t you say so earlier?] _
[I’m downstairs, come down to the hospital with me. _
No, I told you. You didn’t answer.
It’s the first two big ones.
I cleaned up in a hurry and left.
The view of the leaves was standing under a street light, and it was unbridled and the shadow was drawn long on the ground.
“Why are you wearing that? I’m sorry.
“It’s too soon to come out…”
I’m not finished yet, and one coat is covered with the scent of a light laundry liquid and the temperature of another.
“It’s a little cold at night, beware of cold. I’m sorry.
Yeltsin said, reach out and touch my head.
Plugged in the hair, a slight cooling of the finger to the back of my neck, and a line of numbness went down from the neck.
“The tail is a little dry. I’m sorry.
My condition reflected a few steps back.
It’s coming back. Put your hands back.
The moonlight was on both of us, and between us at least one metre apart.
Silence, is tonight’s Kangbridge.
This awkward and weird atmosphere…
I sneezed and found out he was looking at me.
When we turned our eyes up, we looked at each other.
No, what is this Mary Sue Bridge section?
“Well, show me the wound. I was the first to break the silence.
I held it in my hand.
The wound has now stopped the bleeding, but it appears to be a little shocking on such a beautiful hand.
“What’s wrong with being caught like this? Does it still hurt? I’m sorry.
It doesn’t hurt. I’m sorry.
Oh, you said it hurt half an hour ago.
“Didn’t you just say it hurts a little? * I’m laughing, laughing. *
Ipkim keeps his mouth shut, pulls his hand out and walks forward.
“Come on, the hospital will be closed if you slow down. I’m sorry.
The leaves were long in their legs, one and a half metres in one and a half feet, and I was running after him, and I saw his ears red.
“What hospital closes at 6:00? I’m sorry.
I’m going to make fun of him, and I’m going to act like I’m trying, “You slow down, I can’t keep up. I’m sorry.
So the scenery really slowed down, but it didn’t look at me and said to the air, “Who lets you walk slowly?” I’m sorry.
I find this guy leaves the scenes interesting, not as vicious as they say.
He likes to provoke you like a cat, but if you hold his claws and touch his fur, he will be shy.
It’s amazing how fate works.
For example, I’ve had no connection with the so-called school bullies who used to fight.
I went to the hospital with Ye Jie and he sent me home.
The evening of late spring is a rare practice, and unnamed emotions grow.
“See you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
He stood in the darkness of the building and looked down on his face, but his voice was soft: “Well, see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
When I got home, I forgot to give my coat back to Ipkim.
I’m all folded up and I think, forget it, I’ll return it to him tomorrow.
The next day, however, it was not a leaf view, but it was a strange person who had been entangled all day.
It’s the math department’s lawn, with an exaggerated white hair.
I’ve been following you since I met you in the canteen, like a sticky rubber.
“You’re a hyun, I know you! The man’s voice is so loud that he sees me shouting from far away.
I’ve got a lot of curious eyes on me.
“Oh, thank you for knowing me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you recognize me? Shembu looked at me looking up and looking at me, and I felt like I had done something wrong.
“Yes, you’re the lawn of math. I’m sorry.
But as if he had not heard the right answer, the whole population was frustrated.
But not for a while, he’s still shaking.
“It’s okay. We’ll take our time. Have you eaten? How are you feeling today? I’m sorry.
I stopped, turned my head and looked at him, “What do you think I was doing in the cafeteria?” I’m sorry.
“Oh…” He smiled with embarrassment.
This guy, he’s got a bad sense of logic.
As for the mood, from the moment I met you, it wasn’t too good.
And that’s how Shembu talked to me all the time on the way, because he was so handsome, he was very attractive to his passing classmates.
At first, I’ll answer politely.
Until he gets weirder.
“You see, the clouds are like cat sand. I’m sorry.
“The rhyme, look at the butterflies, I can grab them and eat them! I’m sorry.
“This tree is so beautiful, I want to climb up to the sun. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Shembu, are you having some kind of mental illness?
I’m sweaty, but I didn’t say it.
“Wait, are you coming in? I’m going to a professional class. I’m sorry.
I would like to join me in the classroom to intercept the Shembu and say I would be angry if he came in.
I ignored the look of Shemble’s poor Baba and took a seat as far as the door and window.
Shembu took a call and fell in love with me and left.
The phone shook a few times. It was Shenbu.
Shembu: [Rhyming, I have something to do]
I’ll see you later. _
Thank you. You better not come.
Just now on the way, he not only stuck to me and asked me questions, but also added my contact information.
I just had a headache and decided to leave in class.
“How do you know Shep?” I’m sorry.
“I said I went to dinner in the cafeteria this morning. Can you believe it? I’m sorry.
“No, you come to a lesson. He is just outside the door as if he had just been married in ancient times, and his husband was going out to fight, and only a bride alone in his chamber.” I’m sorry.
I was laughed at by her, “What kind of metaphor are you? I’m sorry.
But it fits.
“Shembu’s so handsome. He’s a math student. “Friends holding their faces and groaning.
I’m talking in my heart: I think it’s an IQ.
I’m still in the chat with Leavesy on a message sent to him after I woke up this morning.
The leaves never answered.
“How many times have you seen your cell phone in class? I’m sorry.
When Sue said that, I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and read it.
“Did you?”
“Of course, I counted, you’ve been watching phones 11 times in class, 11 times you used to touch them without touching them. I’m sorry.
So smiled like a thief.
Say, is it a relationship? I’m sorry.
My face is hot, and I don’t think I’m gonna see it coming.
“No, if I were in love, would I show you first? I’m sorry.
“Yes, too. I’m sorry.
The following day he did not meet the leaves in school, nor did he reply to my news.
I don’t know what’s going on, but today’s class is boring and I’m a little depressed.
So I came to the usual cathouse.
But the cathouse is closed.
I was lost and I heard a few faint cat barks.
I listened carefully in my ears and confirmed that I was not mistaken, and followed the sound and found a black figure under the green belt bush.
The little black cat was bruised and covered in black hairs with blood and dust, lying on the ground.
Black tail, just a little white on the tip, in shape like a leaf.
Leaf! What are you doing here?
I was too busy and careful to hold the leaves in my arms, and the head of the leaves stomped on my shoulder.
I don’t have a phone call from the cat boss. I have to bring leaves to the pet hospital first.
“This cat, did you fight?”
The doctor took care of the wound and laughed.
“Look at this, it’s all bald. I’m sorry.
The doctor is happy to remove the leaves from the tail, “Well, it’s just a pussies. Let’s do a sterilization. I’m sorry.
Poor leaves have been turned over by doctors, and only a few of them have to be humiliated.
But when he heard the word “sterilisation”, he immediately broke out of the doctor’s hand, stood up and made an attack, and “meow.”
I touched it, and I thought the little guy could understand people’s words, “I don’t own this cat, I can’t make it.” I’m sorry.
“Good boy, go home and eat a cat can later. I’m sorry.
I said, kiss a leaf, it’s just relaxing, rubbing my hand and licking my finger.
I brought the leaves home and fed them to the cat cans, then surrounded them with old clothes and placed them by the bed.
Take out the phone and see if I can get back to you.
I turn around and touch the hairy little head of the leaves, “Why are you fighting?” I’m sorry.
The leaves were as clear as they were, staring in the eyes, responding like “meow.”
So I say, “It is a meek saying, “I’m falling asleep while I’m confused.”
I dreamt about the cat’s ear when I first saw him, and it was as if he had been injured, so he held me tight, and his tail was on my leg.
Hot nose sprayed on my neck, same hot kisses fell on my skin, and it was felt that there was heat in the air.
“Ooh, ooh. I’m sorry.
The sharp alarm bell wakes me up, I open my eyes, I’m sweating, I’m breathing like a dream.
The leaves around licked my cheek.
I dreamt about leaves.
It’s still like that. I’ll do it!
To the upper leaf’s amber eyes, it whispered.
“Ah, sorry to be a good boy. I’m sorry.
I fed it good cat food and added an extra cat stick.
I touch the leaves lightly, but I can’t control my dreams.
I still haven’t heard back from Leafview.
I thought I had forgotten and re-issued a few of the past, but there was still no response.
When I went to school, I passed through the cathouse and saw the sign “Closed business” on the door.
If it’s not nice, I’m glad the leaves can stay in my house for a few days as if they had a cat.
“Hey, did you hear that schoolboy had another fight? I’m sorry.
Su-mooked me and came over to whisper.
Who? Leavenview?
“No, how did you know? Who said that? I’m sorry.
I didn’t notice the anxiety in my tone, and I was rushing to ask why.
“What’s your hurry? You’re not in love with a leaf view? I’m sorry.
“No! No! “I deny it right away, but it’s like the oars swaying my heart.
I remember that dream last night.
Sumila’s voice was loud, with the expression “I understand.”
“Then let me tell you with great mercy. “I heard about it, too, but because I don’t know what. I’m sorry.
“It seems pretty serious. It’s all in the hospital, but I don’t know which hospital. I’m sorry.
Leafview?
Do they know each other? Why are they fighting?
But no, no, no, no.
Now that I don’t know what happened, I know I know too little about him, and I can hardly say anything.
Back home, I fed the leaves to the cat and touched his head.
“Hey, why do you guys like to fight? I’m sorry.
“So I’ll worry. I’m sorry.
I was so scared that I came here to rub my hand.
If it hadn’t hurt, I’d have done it again.
Night, thirsty.
I’m ready to get a glass of water.
He saw a familiar figure in his sleep. It was a leaf view.
He was naked, covered in the lower part of the body with a blanket, and he was ringing my phone.
I thought it was a dream again.
So I grabbed the cat over his head and pulled it, “You son of a bitch, you don’t answer the news for days, you fight, you know how worried I am? I’m sorry.
Yet the cat’s ear is not taken off, but the leaves are crying.
He turned his head and saw me, with a beautiful face full of panic, and he grabbed the covers and wrapped his whole body.
“Why are you awake?”
♪ I can’t ♪
Isn’t this a dream?
There was also the touch of the cat’s ear between the fingers, soft and warm.
It was almost impossible for a guess to flash through my head and I woke up and turned the light on.
In a blanket, only a red-faced view of the leaves was exposed to the light, and there was a shadow of the leaves by my bed.
I took a deep breath and tried to contain my anger.
Say, what’s going on?
I didn’t think I had another day to interrogate the school master.
The face of the leaf is about to turn red into tomatoes, but the chin is still raised, even if it is naked and it is covered with a blanket, and it still shows the pride of the past.
“That’s what you think. I’m a leaf. I’m sorry.
Although psychological preparations have been made, I still find it implausible to hear it from his family.
“So, you’re not a transvestite, you’re not playing cosplay, you’re playing me. I’m sorry.
“No tricks on you. I’m sorry.
The leaves were eager to explain, but it was like tearing up the wound and inhaling.
He looked at me with his dark eyes, and I put my blame on it.
I saw the wounds on his neck, and I suffocated.
“Then why are you fighting Shembu? I’m sorry.
And as soon as I heard Shembu’s eyelids covered in shade, “Whoever lets him haunt you, I warned him. I’m sorry.
“When he used to be in the cathouse, he liked to do it in front of you. I couldn’t see him. I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and I said, “Doesn’t Shemble be the doll? I’m sorry.
The cat on top of the leaves was moving in his ear, and I’m supposed to be right.
It turns out Shembu is not mentally ill, it’s the cat’s nature.
It’s amazing how cats become people and go to college.
This is the cat I know. He sat behind me when he passed the exam.
Well, I think it’s time to teach the Earth to take over.
“Then why did you come back in the middle of the night and move my phone? I’m sorry.
The leaves were cold-faced and did not answer, but the plane’s ear on his head had already sold him.
“I look at time. I’m sorry.
Hard mouth.
“Oh, yeah?” I picked up my phone and turned around and looked, and I said, “Hey, why is Shembu’s friend gone? I’ll add it back. I’m sorry.
It’s only here that leaves the head up, he puts me on the bed and takes my phone from my hand.
Don’t make me angry. I’m sorry.
It’s over. He’s got his ears moving and his tail on my leg.
“I’m a patient. Don’t make me angry. I’m sorry.
This position is so strange, and I’m not dressed, I’m panicking and pushing him away, and I’m trying to find my most relaxed clothes for the leaves.
“I’m hurt. I can’t get my ears and tail in. I’m sorry.
I’m blushing, I think.
“How’s the Shembu? I’m sorry.
As soon as the words were put, the wrists were pulled and the leaves were brought into his arms.
“Why do you care about him? I’m sorry.
I said, “Why don’t you let me care about him?” I’m sorry.
The leaves were silent, but the red ears revealed his thoughts.
Last night, was it a dream? I’m sorry.
I can feel the leaves hanging around my arm, and I’m not answering.
But I already know the results and the answers.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend, Leafview? I’m sorry.
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Rumor has it that the school is so arrogant, so quiet, so much love for a date, that it’s always hurt.
Even when he looked at him too many ways, he grabbed a man’s collar and asked, “Are you looking for a beating?” I’m sorry.
Yet the legendary owner of the leaves is a cat.
It’s just that you’re too bossy and love and other cats in a cathouse.
As for beating people? Never.
After I fell in love, I quit the cat’s job.
I went with him the day he resigned.
“Lin, my girlfriend. “The leaves were holding my hand, holding my fingers, shaking in front of the cat boss.
I’m a bit ashamed and smiled, but I hold the hand of the leaves even tighter.
“You son of a bitch, that’s why you asked me to stay out of business for a few days after the fight with Boo. I’m sorry.
“Am I waiting to find you home?” I’m sorry.
Sister Lin looked at me so deeply, and I was shocked to hear what she said, and I said how the cat curry stopped working for no reason.
“That’s what you think. I wouldn’t do that. Boring. I’m sorry.
“I just got hurt and wanted to take a few days off. I’m sorry.
I found him in a very bad mood.
To deny something you have done is to say more and, of course, to say the least.
“All right, all right, all right. I’m sorry.
I stood up and made excuses for my cat.
“Hey, you get used to him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
And Shembu came out of nowhere, almost a metre, and jumped on me.
It was just stopped by leaves.
There were tears and tears, with expressions that were very different from his height and appearance.
“Rhyming, why do you have to be with this dirty little guy? I’m sorry.
“I’m gentler, cuter, more tender, more like a customer.” I’m sorry.
Well, I take back what I said before, Shembu is still sick.
“Che, childish. “The leaves pushed the sheaths away and held me in my arms.
When we were together, we lived together and moved to a bigger house.
This evening, I was about to start my cooking again, and I was looking at a pot of uncharted paste with both of you.
Damn it, it’s always different when you’re following the curriculum!
“Good boy, I’ll learn to cook later. I’ll take care of this. I’m sorry.
The leaves touched my head and kissed me.
He also kept the cat’s taste, loved by his loved ones, and the pain and itches on his tongue.
I sat down on the couch and started ordering.
And then, in bad faith, he opened a jar of cat jars, “The leaves, eat this mattress first. I’m sorry.
Of course I know what I’m up to. He’s picking on his eyebrow and saying no.
But under my soft and hard bubbles and my sugar-clothed shells, it was finally compromised.
Leafscape likes to eat canned cats, but rarely eats in human form.
It was an accident I ran into.
Just one bite and a pair of cats come out of the head of the leaves.
There’s a secret in my cat’s body: eating a cat can when he’s human, his ears and his tail will be out of control.
We touched his ears with satisfaction, and he was crushed on the couch.
He’s got his tail on my ankles, slow down.
“Rhyming, you started this. I’m sorry.
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I don’t think so. I’ll see you when I move.
Don’t tell me I’m short. Wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
