I said hello to Mo, in the summer a year ago. That day, there was scorching sunshine and boring air. She and I met at the lakeside, looking at the men and women hiding in the shade of the trees to enjoy the cool air. Her tone was sentimental, "Why did you ask me out today, the weather is so bad!" I smiled and said nothing. I knew she was just complaining and not asking for an answer. At this time, she needs to talk so much!
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