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" Leather Vests, More Than A Fasihon"

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Beitrag  skyzxc Do März 10, 2011 5:43 am

Life itself is no distinction between high and low, particularly a just born baby. Every newly born baby's life to even more valuable than ours. Each pair of parents all want a baby happy and healthy and grow grow, no regret for his (her) running from black hair to hair. Even if is the last moment of life can be with last drop falls farewell with tears ... ... ­ however, there are so many baby was just born when it was abandoned. Such a tragic fate is not out of the baby. I am talking about is the one by my side of things. &Amp;shy; this baby's life is really big, he was someone from two meters high wall belstaff and throw there came; wall with bricks and rubble. The busy crowd were crying of babies as they came. See is how to turn a picture of? the baby is almost naked, only a thin clothes wrapped his fragile health, covered with grass and toning skin bespattered with mud. Under the Sun in the violent Sun. Bare skin Sun has been flushed with red. All say that babies cry no tears, but two clear tears on his face painted two breast color curves, reaching down to the grass in between. Maybe not for pain to cry his pain. Cry is to be abandoned. &Amp;shy; the physical cross society, can make small good thing has rarely belstaff sale seen. Lei feng's stories have been distant almost legendary. Someone talking about the baby in the origin and fate of the people talking about the baby, and it was also talked about the baby's death, was also talks about seeing the man who throws the baby back ... ... But no one bent to hold the baby in her arms, comforting his weak mind. &Amp;shy; babies themselves hoarse cry, projection of tears with her eyes look around the crowd. Perhaps deep in his soul is raging, whip the responsibility. The cry has been loud and gradually becomes scratchy, last sob, and wheezing. Only not curved weak weak limbs. Seemed to belstaff 556 condemn the numbing cold of humanity. &Amp;shy; this soft-hearted the world after all is good. The baby was finally old old man holding in his arms. Hanging on the old dark face was full of sorrow and agitation. His waist has been bending it a very deep, just like on the back is always a pair of pounds weight. Baby in his thick strong arms stopped crying. He doesn't speak, he cannot speak. Simply deep gaze, I think these two noble souls are mutual exchange, is cling to and comfort each other. Old man's face a rare smile, a gentle humming tone songs. That might be humming songs by his mother. Song is filled belstaff trialmaster with calm serenity and sacred love. At last child sleeps in the humming. You see! pink mouth hung with a faint smile ... .... &Amp;shy; I xiangshu baby later come to a House. This two older old man, a young couple, also has a son. Maybe that the infant is holding back an Angel of God. Since come back holding the baby, the old man smile on her face up, human spirits. Just like was that age, day and night for fun. Each one will be showing off in front of you baby; “ when you look at those eyebrows, eyes, the little face, great grandchildren, flexible an.. ... Great grandchildren, one ... ... ”­ I belstaff 554 went to his home at that time, saw the baby. White fat boy, although still in its infancy but is rarely know any better. Tease is fun laughing a little, a pair of eyes smiling jobs into two curved Crescent, showed a fall into a dimple on side face, white and delicate lips upwards. I can't put a cute, even I don't really like the child who is deeply attracted by his face, can't help but fall in love with this little life. &Amp;shy; if the story here is how perfect a sequel. I really feel very happy for this, I have secretly have blessed. But the thought of the young couple, my soul does not worry about the child, belstaff motorcycle jackets they always had no children. I think that they hold back the doubling of children will certainly take care of it. But the end result, I am not expected. Happy lasting continuation of the baby, this is a promise. &Amp;shy; the twinkling, more than half a year of life of children in this family time. But happiness is short-lived. Young couples finally hold this bastard illegitimate child fight, and better every time I even further. A boy wanted to stay, a strongly opposed. Smile on the face of the elderly has gone, heave a sigh of every day. Child's smile is gone. As if his young soul had foreseen his destiny, belstaff leather jacket but is still the place I don't cry is not. Often out of the bainen of little hands to hold the young woman. But women are not even look at the interest. Or even abusive. Unless the old man, her two-hand play mahjong pick out only the callus is not long ago fell on the white and delicate skin. This young man eventually compromise, compromise of the elderly, decided to send their children a good people. But the young woman who strongly opposed. She said that this hybrid here for such a long period of time, and who's family is going to give some milk! yeah! milk. Her husband was strongly opposed to give strong wax cotton jacket belstaff support for his wife. During the change of really amazing. Such a thing no one discouraging, and no one to discourage. We are a pair of shibuguanji, hang up attitude to observe the development of the situation. &Amp;shy, and finally, the child was a car a couple hold on, that they liked the boy. Was held on that day, baby and abandoned once tasted for the first time. Another themselves hoarse cry. But he was too weak, too weak, small does not even have the words to say, does not seek earnest, unable to struggle will not be able to change their destiny. It cries and farther, more and more light, and eventually womens belstaff jackets dissipated in the air in the vast ... ... ­ old lady always does not appearIn front of the door, he was ill. The young couple had set out in the notes on their own bed, smile on his face. The smile on the faces of the young out of the several shallow furrows ... ... ­­­ PostScript ­­ this is a real thing, it is said that the boy's mother was an unmarried women, and some say was a student. I don't want to condemn her. She must have had difficulty with her. But I is not responsible for the father to say, MOM, thanks for your hard work. Caused by someone who threw a loud, damn, that is your g

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