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The happy life of two fat people
There are too many disappointments in my life recently, so I write less. A good friend's mother died and the fat man went to the wake. I guess he'll think of dad again. It really hurts.
There are also several relatives and friends who are collectively hospitalized and basically go to the hospital to visit patients every day. Just received the news that a distant relative died. Alas, there are really too many disappointments in life.
So, recently, I was exhausted by that fat man. Especially fat people, they are exhausted. And more often it will arouse memories of the past. This is just my guess, or intuition. Because I dare not ask. Afraid of opening scars. So I have been more cautious recently.
Fat people come back every time they stay up late outside. Tired to death, I want to hug him, watch him sleep soundly, touch his hair, touch his greasy face, and there is always a desire to protect him. Hey, is my role misplaced? He should protect me.
In fact, I really found that men's hearts are more fragile than women's. Women can cry in men's arms, women can complain to friends, and women can nag loudly, as if men can't, only silently bear it. So, in fact, they are more fragile than us women, even if they weigh more than 200 Jin. ...
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