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Freshman year, you and your friends into my campus life, originally I just go with friends coincided with a. Coincides with the lunch, the dining room was very noisy, but that day is eerily quiet.

Short not long small tail, yellow shirt, the back black satchel, build on the cowboy, full of sweet and crisp sweet cooing, everything will you gentle packed. I like the way you eat, the left hand holding the spoon, her right hand to the chopsticks, only take chopsticks pose looks not so vanguard cooked (that's you like while eating with a spoon), I have never thrum exposed, with the appearance of "elegant and implicative" to describe you I think is again appropriate did not pass.

Every inch of your white and tender, but the real has let my eyes could not help free, this is known as the nature of man? - because even though I pretend to see walking out of the window or the crowd, but still could not hide the beat.

Since I meet you, my world lost, even also never saw a man in boundless and indistinct sea of faces, perhaps because where to play, I have the eyes of the world only you a person.

Then I began to say to you, but I pretended to help others to pursue you. Because I don't want to you leave me, even if a friend's girlfriend, I can see you. No! But I don't have the courage to pursue you, but my in the mind to store a lot of helpless sigh.