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You'd better not read this article, you need to read it to feel it ~ ~
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Little Mao Mao, it's raining very little.
Two mothers with dolls.
The little doll is leaving home to go to kindergarten to learn the method of one, two, three, four.
A little boy doll who loves beauty has many flowers on her skirt.
The boy doll in small shorts laughs straight ~ ~
Little ya ya ~ ~
Little underpants ~ ~
Little ya ya, you are a good little doll upstairs.
Shorts, you are the little doll downstairs who loves to wet the bed.
There are so many flowers on your skirt that I really want to take them off.
I can cut one for you, as long as I am an eagle and you are a chicken for me to catch.
Yeah, yeah, you keep your word.
Of course, I'm mom's little doll.
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They met under the buttonwood beside the kindergarten.
The rain in Mao Mao is still mild.
Singing frogs with cicadas in childhood.
Chalk heads are brushed on the blackboard one by one.
The female teacher with curly hair has a slight anger towards summer on her face: Xie Zhonghua! Guwan tea!
Oh, shit, little ya ya, little tea.
Oh, shit, shorts, Zhong Hua!
You spilled my ink all over the floor.
You rubbed ink on my school uniform.
You went to bed. ...