“Often, I go to the place of her main den,” Foster said. “And I just float above it and feel her there. Of course, I miss her.”
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Misha : "After all these, you still write poems? What's it about?" Yury: " The world, love, particular people, how extraordinary they were, what a gift it is to be alive in the world to know you're alive." 这么俗气的一句话从老太交CHINESEBBW口中说出让我瞬间泪崩