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Celebrities and killers, jasmine and gin
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In the East End of New York in 1982, Jasmine sang in a bar.
She has dark hair and dark eyes, pink cheeks and a secret lover.
Jasmine held the microphone, raised her arm, and her fingertips looked like a horn from heaven under the light.
Flowers bloomed in her mouth.
She smelled the smell of wine, tobacco, and aftershave, as well as the faint smell of gunpowder smoke on the man.
——The long hair as white as snow in the darkness.
Jasmine ran towards the dressing room and into a dark embrace.
The white bouquet trembles in the embrace,
The man kissed her lips deeply.
In the exchange of breaths, Jasmine held his long hair,
She thought - this is,
This is her bad crow
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"I heard that people who like to talk with a cigarette in their mouth must have good kissing skills." She said this, sinking herself into the black coat.
The smell of tobacco and gunpowder smoke, the smell of cold snow.
As they hugged each other tightly, between the wrinkled clothes, she heard him say,
"When we are together, you can call me Zhen."
"Array,"
She held his long hair tonight.
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Purpose: Love is the monument of the brave
