乐文67小说网

　tired　voice。　You　just　remember　to　keep　writing；　Esperanza。　You　must　keep　writing。　It　will　keep　you　free；　and　I　said　yes；　but　at　that　time　I　didn't　know　what　she　meant。 The　day　we　played　the　game；　we　didn't　know　she　was　going　to　die。　We　pretended　with　our　heads　thrown　back；　our　arms　limp　and　useless；　dangling　like　the　dead。　We　laughed　the　wa...