"Feili, why do you always smile at this dwarf?" My brother was very angry.
"Because he's funny," Felicia replied.
"What's interesting about him?"
"You are the interesting one, and your whole family is interesting." Draco Malfoy replied quickly.
"No, look."
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"Then why can't you count the number of times you've smiled at me on one hand?"
Felicia showed Arlande her eight neat teeth.
"What are you doing? Philly?"
"She means we can't count them on one hand right now."
"I know! You don't need to teach me, so shut up! Malfoy." His elder brother roared.
Well, in a nutshell, this is the story of how a weasel (fog) steals fox cubs (fog) from the mouth of a fox.
This article is a virgin article, and there will definitely be many shortcomings. Corrections are welcome, and please give me a pat.
PS, the author works hard for the third grade of junior high school and takes exams one after another, so the update... Is uncertain... Normally it is updated every week... Cough... And escapes with the lid on the pot...