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As night falls
As night falls, London's gleaming nightscape drags tourists out of the city's doors, where they take photos, shop, dine, and everything seems fine.
But in the streets and alleys, where people already roam with bottles, it is also a haven for drunks and tramps. And to-night, in this dark lane, there is another man suffering.
a modest bar, but the inside of the melodious piano sound, like the skull of the eyes in full bloom flowers, the barren in this piece of added vitality.
The girl sitting in the middle name is Irene, to be honest she age child is unlikely to play the piano in a place like that, she is, indeed, so think before, until - kind of white powder destroyed his family: the first is due to abandon her father left the family, then things began to encroach on his mother's spirit and body -- -- the day when I came home, she saw her mother leaves fell to the ground, correspondents in very ferocious, just like the zombies in the movie.
Irene had to scrape through another three months with her only family member, his brother, but she found that the family's savings had run out, and the reason was obvious: the powder again.
Irene took the plunge. She went to a bar and got the job of playing the piano. Those who used to be her life notes, now just a - a big net, used to get money into their own hands.
Do not know Lin zexu's in the spirit of the meeting how to feel, when the use of this despicable means of aggression against other countries of the "great power" actually in the same enemy's hands.
What tune is this? She doesn't remember. Then, as long as she could earn the money of the audience, the music began again, but with a little noise that only she could hear:
"Cucurbit cucurbit cucurbit"
The sound was accompanied by a slight sting in the abdomen, and almost at the same moment she felt a jet of gas push out from below, and a puffiness spread a second later.
As night falls
As night falls, London's gleaming nightscape drags tourists out of the city's doors, where they take photos, shop, dine, and everything seems fine.
But in the streets and alleys, where people already roam with bottles, it is also a haven for drunks and tramps. And to-night, in this dark lane, there is another man suffering.
a modest bar, but the inside of the melodious piano sound, like the skull of the eyes in full bloom flowers, the barren in this piece of added vitality.
The girl sitting in the middle name is Irene, to be honest she age child is unlikely to play the piano in a place like that, she is, indeed, so think before, until - kind of white powder destroyed his family: the first is due to abandon her father left the family, then things began to encroach on his mother's spirit and body -- -- the day when I came home, she saw her mother leaves fell to the ground, correspondents in very ferocious, just like the zombies in the movie.
Irene had to scrape through another three months with her only family member, his brother, but she found that the family's savings had run out, and the reason was obvious: the powder again.
Irene took the plunge. She went to a bar and got the job of playing the piano. Those who used to be her life notes, now just a - a big net, used to get money into their own hands.
Do not know Lin zexu's in the spirit of the meeting how to feel, when the use of this despicable means of aggression against other countries of the "great power" actually in the same enemy's hands.
What tune is this? She doesn't remember. Then, as long as she could earn the money of the audience, the music began again, but with a little noise that only she could hear:
"Cucurbit cucurbit cucurbit"
The sound was accompanied by a slight sting in the abdomen, and almost at the same moment she felt a jet of gas push out from below, and a puffiness spread a second later.
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The discomfort disappeared for the next few seconds, and as she continued to play normally, an indecent sound came from between the two strands:
"Poof -
The sound was drowned out, but the effort she made to hold back the pain caused her to make an obvious misnote. Her tortured bowels protested, and the violent pain in her stomach almost made her cry out.
She fought her stomach pain and got out of her seat to ask for a break, but these people were reasonable enough to let her go when they saw something wrong with her. But that didn't mean the end. Twenty meters seemed like a thousand miles to her.
Irene pushes open the toilet door, meanwhile, a stream of warm water rises below her, accompanied by a sickening stench, but she is powerless to stop the drama beneath her, just as the poles were unable to stop guderian's blitz. She just pulled herself up onto the toilet with all her strength, pulled off her thick, damp, hot pants, and before she could sit down, an unpleasant fart began to sound, a yellowish-brown solid-liquid mixture was sprayed out, and the lid was freshly painted. Sat down she hurried and listen to "PuLuLu lulu lulu" 1, a thin paste of the loose in the toilet wall, however this also did not relieve abdominal pain, she was holding the lower abdomen, but this for nothing.
I don't know how long later, she felt better, the toilet has a piece of a mess, the bottom is a mixture of liquid and solid, the middle is a paste thin stool, which is the most, and the top is mixed with yellow particles of yellow water. Irene stood up, but a group of terrorists in her intestines seemed intent on letting her go. Another bout of abdominal pain forced her to squat, covering her stomach
The discomfort disappeared for the next few seconds, and as she continued to play normally, an indecent sound came from between the two strands:
"Poof -
The sound was drowned out, but the effort she made to hold back the pain caused her to make an obvious misnote. Her tortured bowels protested, and the violent pain in her stomach almost made her cry out.
She fought her stomach pain and got out of her seat to ask for a break, but these people were reasonable enough to let her go when they saw something wrong with her. But that didn't mean the end. Twenty meters seemed like a thousand miles to her.
Irene pushes open the toilet door, meanwhile, a stream of warm water rises below her, accompanied by a sickening stench, but she is powerless to stop the drama beneath her, just as the poles were unable to stop guderian's blitz. She just pulled herself up onto the toilet with all her strength, pulled off her thick, damp, hot pants, and before she could sit down, an unpleasant fart began to sound, a yellowish-brown solid-liquid mixture was sprayed out, and the lid was freshly painted. Sat down she hurried and listen to "PuLuLu lulu lulu" 1, a thin paste of the loose in the toilet wall, however this also did not relieve abdominal pain, she was holding the lower abdomen, but this for nothing.
I don't know how long later, she felt better, the toilet has a piece of a mess, the bottom is a mixture of liquid and solid, the middle is a paste thin stool, which is the most, and the top is mixed with yellow particles of yellow water. Irene stood up, but a group of terrorists in her intestines seemed intent on letting her go. Another bout of abdominal pain forced her to squat, covering her stomach
As night falls
She suddenly felt a sharp pain, and at the same time hundreds of milliliters of yellow liquid were squirting from her white buttocks, staining the floor with yellow, and there was a sound of water, and her buttocks seemed to be a fire hydrant, squirting out yellow water -- there were no more particles -- and little by little putting out the fire of her life.
After about ten minutes, she forced herself to her feet. She knew there was a brother waiting at home, and she had to go back. Irene went out of the toilet, pushed the door to go back, in the eyes of the people surprised.
Though it was summer, it was as hard as a winter night, and the cool air in her stomach made her sweat. Now she was in the alley close to home, and at last, unable to resist, she took off her trousers once more, for the last time. The brown fountains came out and sprinkled the earth with dirt -- real dirt. She felt even stood up to all have no, only in this foul place waiting for fate, and that "yi yi yi yi yi yi yi" voice like her death knell, echoed in her ear.
She dragged her struggling body to the wall and sat down, as if her bowels were empty. At this time, Irene remembered the man she had met several years ago. She envied and envied him. She wanted to shout greetings to his mother, to the drug dealer's mother, to the fate of the non-existent mother, but she found she was speechless.
Another bout of abdominal pain brought her back to reality, sudden and violent. At the same time, she heard the sound of a tearing sheet, and with a moan, she fell, and her back began to squirt out of her blood uncontrollably; Si, and her internal organs.
She thought she heard her mother calling to her. She wanted to cry.
In this dark alley, there is one less person suffering.
She suddenly felt a sharp pain, and at the same time hundreds of milliliters of yellow liquid were squirting from her white buttocks, staining the floor with yellow, and there was a sound of water, and her buttocks seemed to be a fire hydrant, squirting out yellow water -- there were no more particles -- and little by little putting out the fire of her life.
After about ten minutes, she forced herself to her feet. She knew there was a brother waiting at home, and she had to go back. Irene went out of the toilet, pushed the door to go back, in the eyes of the people surprised.
Though it was summer, it was as hard as a winter night, and the cool air in her stomach made her sweat. Now she was in the alley close to home, and at last, unable to resist, she took off her trousers once more, for the last time. The brown fountains came out and sprinkled the earth with dirt -- real dirt. She felt even stood up to all have no, only in this foul place waiting for fate, and that "yi yi yi yi yi yi yi" voice like her death knell, echoed in her ear.
She dragged her struggling body to the wall and sat down, as if her bowels were empty. At this time, Irene remembered the man she had met several years ago. She envied and envied him. She wanted to shout greetings to his mother, to the drug dealer's mother, to the fate of the non-existent mother, but she found she was speechless.
Another bout of abdominal pain brought her back to reality, sudden and violent. At the same time, she heard the sound of a tearing sheet, and with a moan, she fell, and her back began to squirt out of her blood uncontrollably; Si, and her internal organs.
She thought she heard her mother calling to her. She wanted to cry.
In this dark alley, there is one less person suffering.
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