Matati came from the slums on a muddy road. He is wrapped in spikes and refuses to assimilate with the mud.
When he met the first light in his life, the light slowly melted his sharp thorns and gave him roses and dew. How lucky he was!
This is his light, his little rocket, his Royce.
——To my beloved Dortmund
Intention: To be admired by thousands of people
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Will your wife not sign the contract? I think it's quite good to write about marriage first and love later.
Will your wife not sign the contract? I think it's quite good to write about marriage first and love later.