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between the sexes is difficult to explain this feeling comes from. Medical experts believe that it is dopamine, norepinephrine and serotonin in the blood result of the role. But I prefer to believe it comes from the hearts of modern people can not explain the soul of the magnetic field or illegal channels. This field, once produced, is not self-extinction. Do not crush those who advised to give up, only they driven to the wall, will gradually reflect and look back, it just as a crush in the diary as: How to love someone, love the Who, and I will eventually regret it, but at the same time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I also clearly know that no matter the outcome of the future, I still do not overcome his long for.
because there is one thing, once said that exports are no longer beautiful, and perhaps crush those who have a strong self-esteem and low self-esteem, fear of being hurt, fear of love once accomplished, do not even become friends.
crush the party does not say, perhaps do not want to say that perhaps can not say.
I often feel that the world's most sincere,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pure, feeling sad is that most people crush. Quietly watching a man, quietly looking forward to a possible feelings will never come, do not want to let the person know, do not want to announce to the world, in the deep moonlight, see the other looming shadow, felt no Yi Mei waving to each other,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], smell each other who have a touch of tobacco, do not go to cling to each other a warm heart, this is how an emotional vicissitudes of life? It is like a word to say: The farthest distance in the world that I stand before you, you do not know that I love you.
crush people live in virtual moonlight, reveling in the imagination of the clouds, the pain of his own misery, loneliness, the loneliness of their own, their months, years or even decades in love with a person, alone No one responded with the empty sample. A copy of their talent or confused,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or a beautiful appearance to attract a man. Women may see men do not readily write down the line is not a casual word or excellent article on the detailed elaboration personalities, convinced that the other brilliant, perfect, in the full range of aesthetic quality to the other to move closer to ; men may see women white skin, delicate hands, slightly parted lips, they will roam. Crush all those who create the ideal lover close opportunity to see each other,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], excited,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], did not see each other, feeling depressed, the other's every move, all smiles, and moving their hearts.
crush a man with eyes closed while building a house, but not an abnormal feeling, when young, a symbol of vitality and emotion, the show is a life-purple. Aging people refuse to love from the beginning. From this meaning, I'd have a dim distant solitary,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the evening breeze flickered convulsively glowing, I moonlight in Lang Lang, in the dark forest Qingyin a person's name, let me The experienced various obstacles during the mentality of people mistakenly assume that getting cold evening sunset of life are far from their own.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.