MAC Cosmetics Cheap Reincarnation _5138

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  but she did not understand.
  19 years old in the South, in pairs, she said, you know, I have here for you for 5 years.
  gardenia bundle passing yard when she smelled the fragrance of the air in the quiet. Into the face, as that is the emergence of youth now have a firm expression of the outline of the vicissitudes of life.
  I have here for you for a whole seven years.
  she was 21 years old.
  but she is not clear. Even now, she grew up, but still can not understand his love, dedication. She just live your life. As always. She is so selfish a person. He would rather leave people waiting alone gardenia leaves, white petals scattered over trousers.
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  17 years old, into the mother died. That wrinkles sad woman. Often shed silent tears. The face of her son, but often look ethereal, without passion and love and affection. She just looked at him, but could not see him. The woman, her feelings and thoughts are not in this world. Finally she left. Lying on the coffin, her eyes dark, covered with the shadow of eyelashes. Finally she could not see everything.
  but into see her. In this world, and she had not even part of the body to also look at her. She does not care.
  Thus she died.
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  17 years old, into a person's life to start their own. Her mother left behind the old house there is a decadent atmosphere. Sometimes looking into it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], feel it as his mother, his face sad wrinkles. As often embrace it. Lime wall is thick, lightly touched on the flutter Su Su fall layer. As touching the fingers on the left in the dust,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he liked to see them drop position.
  in the yard, his foster mother planted gardenia. Summer is coming, they opened a huge white flowers. Yard full of the aroma alone. Mother like gardenia. She took them tear the petals off and put in the hands torn. White flowers in her hands off the rapid loss of moisture. She put his finger into the nose so that he sniffs. In the sun, he saw her eyes began to firm up the shadow of the eyelashes.
  maybe they will not attack.
  four months later, her eyes wide open left this world.
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  Nan said, and perhaps should not come into this world. The world is too complex.
  17 years old, into sight of her. Florist in the dark eyes of 14-year-old girl. Very long eyelashes. She looked down as he picked a bouquet of blue flowers. No bright colors, melancholy look. What is a bright? She asked. Perhaps the light has always been a cheating, perhaps it is not. As we see the world, but is being affected by playing with the eye, may not be true.
  blue flowers that she will pass into. Into her eyes downcast eyes. But when she looked up their time, into the sunset to see the light through her eyelashes in the eye covered with the shadow.
  shadow that made him uneasy. Because of their unusual soft.
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  14 years of age in the South, she has begun to work. In the nearby city of a small flower shop. Childlike face was smeared with bright lipstick girl. She seemed eager to get rid of the shadow of the school remains in the body.
  no one in the school ignored the Southern girl. She does not talk to anyone. Lively discussion with the students exercises and television, she looked cold one out of the window in the corner waiting to see the sun. She has been used in the sunny afternoon in the square through the windows at home watching the sun and clouds. This has become a habit. South frequently when unaccompanied. Over time, almost lost out language.
  end she left the city, she was tired of school. And her father. Man that looked cold. Almost never touched her.
  now she touched the plants. But they do not have a cool body language. No blood will not be reminiscent of what the pain. Is her favorite. Even she thought might be able to stay here forever, and raised a lot of plants, give them a lot of people. But she did not think someone will fall in love with themselves.
  man is into.
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  autumn, as planned to leave the city for 17 years of life. That old house, like mother like a lot of hidden thoughts. Looking at it made him feel sad. But he did not want to lose it. He commissioned the South to help him take care of the yard that largely gardenia. That covered the eyes and eyelashes, like the shadow of the mother of girls, into think she will like it. She stood looking at the time a pair of gardenia, as mother will feel around. Sometimes, he has the urge to hug her. Since the father is not, the mother has for a long time did not embrace him. As almost to have forgotten the mother of the skin temperature.
  into the decision to go south.
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  into a large left to the south of Gardenia. But the South did not like. Her favorite is the kind of blue flowers. Melancholy and reserved. They are called forget me. Very small, he saw his mother a wonderful reflection of such a large bunch of flowers. But the father still left. Smile on the face of dismal mother, the man still looked cold. So she does not like the name. Because the mother is dead. She called it BLUE. She like the color. Not too bright, has a melancholy look restrained. Perhaps the soul of the mother above. However, gardenia, wait until they bloom, she saw a large white large flowers and large flowers of pure flowers. She does not like white, too clean, some false; along with their fragrance, like a girl as sweet. Simple things too obsessed with her disdain. Sometimes she would pick a flower, but surprised at its great. Flower garden will be open one exception was the summer of big. Spend large petals of large flowers of the night in the pale evening as bleak smile.
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  south into the care of a full five years of gardenia.
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  first year of the summer, as the letter sent to, as well as remittances. He hoped that the South can continue reading. He did not know the South has long been tired of school. South of the remittances to pull back. Still selling flowers at the florist. Night to night school learning violin. Her obsession to learn.
  Tang said, has not a musical instrument like the violin will make people feel like the pain of the heart is torn.
  evening in his understanding of South. Man keep messy hair, but has a neat profile. He came up to say this, when the South bright eyes started to become tender. South raised his head, just above his eyes to see long,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], soft lashes.
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  as surprised to see was the South returned to the transfer. Maybe she does not need his help. But the South, she really needs someone to take care of. Compared to the north, the south of the city seem wet and ambiguous. This is the mother and father met into place. On the father,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], almost all have no memories. Into desperately want recalled his looks, but useless. He really forgotten him. The doctor said he had a temporary memory impairment. As suddenly felt pain, why would his father to forget. All of a sudden he just disappeared into the memory, as if he suddenly disappeared from this world the same. To not know where he went. Mother said he died. Remember these words into the face when she said. She smiled so bleak, dry eyes, stiff smile. She then planted in the yard, gardenia. Flowers like those big flower of her smile.
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  evening of music know that the man Tangdui Nan said, your eyelashes too long, and their projection in your eyes like the shadow of numerous lives. Flower shop in the South, he gave her a bouquet of blue flowers, I think this is the soul of the above have you buried. South said softly, it was my mother. It is BLUE.
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  though to not like the southern city, where he developed his career. Those busy, positive things, they make him forget his mother, forget the south, forget about the dark and gardenia. However, when the first five years of summer comes, as missed my mother's old house. They fall from the dust. White gardenia and aroma. There south, the great mother as full of eye shadow eyelash girl. Maybe he should hug her. She grew up. He wanted to hear her call his name, into. Like mother like that name.
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  South's father eventually came to the south of the city. Don saw the man wearing glasses on the south, said coldly, you should go back with me. Then Don stepped forward. He put a big bunch of BLUE in the men unveiled. Blue flowers blue and reserved. Remember them? She therefore hate you! Man's face began to twitch. Not forever, like the flower, will eventually wither. Death is a very common thing. Anyone not at fault. He looked at the Don to the south face. South, you should go back with me. Desire is the fire, it will burn everything. Like burn your mother.
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  summer fast approaching, when he was born into the back of the city. In front of the station into a large mirror to see themselves. Eyes that the boy has finally grown up lonely. Cumulative time in the mirror. The only thing that change is his eyes. They are so lonely that time or distance can not change it. Mother's old house as old as ever. As they like into the eyes can not see changes. With the mother of all things seems to be related to the death of his mother died as they had stopped growing, while maintaining the original appearance. Gardenia bushes with large white flower buds. South to take care of them well. Under the petals into a tear in the finger was removed in devastate it. He sniffed the fragrance of the fingers alone. Was he really go home.
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  Nan said, gardenia leaves you standing posture is very bleak.
  gardenia began when the decadent Tang in as before. There also appears the South. A lot of yellow across the water out of the piecemeal loss of petals, Tang vague and ambiguous smile. South and stand by him. Sunset behind the photos came from their father's shadow began to loom into sight. The flower shop in the South, as handed stick into a butterfly gardenia petals. I will always be here for you. But as, I do not love you. Grew up in the shadow of the South opened the eyes full of lashes. No matter when, as she like gardenia fragrance and fragile. Even if she says so. Can feel her heart into the pain and anxiety.
  I've been here for you for five years, so I have always been down. Paired South said.
  A month later, went to the Southern Tang and Tang in the north of the city.
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  trail south from the letter no. Like into the mother's sudden departure.
  The only certainty, but the yard of white gardenia. Year after year, their fierce open. Seemed to be the depletion of life.
  countless times in the mirror, as seen themselves. Eyes that the lonely man, used to suppress all his thoughts and passion. Lust in the water in silence. In time, the rapid aging.
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  24 years of age, as once again see the South. A man, after a long journey, emaciated. Her black eyes in strong sunlight turns brown, the shadow of eyelashes hard up, become a thorn. As know that they hurt. They lurk in her soul, as the mother's soul lurking in the same. They killed her. The same would kill her! But as has been reluctant to lose such a woman. He longed to embrace her. He takes her to his mother's home. Do not ask any through. He just wants to comfort her, give her a home.
  into the home in the south began to silence. Sometimes alone, looking out the window facing the sky for a long time. She never spoke of into. She is such a strange girl, and never talk to anyone. She's always stuck in bed for a small bunch of blue flowers. She spoke to them. To not know the name of this flower. In addition to Gardenia, he never touched any flowers.
  yard, gardenia violently open.
  eye shadow in the south gradually softened.
  in gardenia leaves, she walked into the front. I will leave. Gardenia flowers as big as before strange large petals open, the air has the fragrance of loneliness. This is after she came back that the first words to him.
  she is a person he can not touch.
  but he waiting for her, waiting for her to come home one day. Mother's eyes began to firm up the shadow of the eyelashes, as hard as thorns. Time the mirror filled with sediment. Gardenia afternoon as the Hong weather can not escape fate. He saw his life in bits and keep the petals in the cycle, kept falling. Strange evening in the huge gardenia bloom. Father, pale face, such as gardenia petals scattered. As the night to the general rise in my memory. Year-old adult, standing on the road leading to the yard. His mouth open, but no sound. Are not any sound, the night quiet as death. The bright glare of the moonlight, the mother and father's face in the moonlight does not sound like a sculpture, they hugged. Father's hand on the mother's shoulders,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with clumsy twist. And then see their body as separate from his father's body as to rush to embrace his mother down as he fell to the ground. Bloody. Mother's legs and body twisted discord. Moonlight reflection over the dagger, stung into the eyes. Blank.
  suddenly can not see into the eyes of the South. Blank. Groping like a blind man walked into, close to the south of the black eyes. Infinite approximation. Saw his pale face in the shadow of countless lashes apart. South of the eyes. Mother's eyes. Into the mother's never seen his eyes. Now we finally see, but found that he had incomplete.
  he was approaching the south. Horizon is the color of the sunset.
  south pairs, I want to have those eyes. His breath blowing in the South face. Hot and tender.
  I want to have the mother's skin.
  dagger glare in dim light in color.
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  gardenia bushes in his father's face disappeared.
  strange twilight Gardenia still open. Mother, stroking them.
  finally she has him.
  him at her side, and then will not leave.

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