Our family was in the North China area, where we used to have big steam buns, and yesterday we had a lot of steamed buns that we had in the afternoon, and after that, my mother made a bag that I had to deliver to my sister's house, and suddenly I saw a puppy walking around on the road, and I wanted one of those little dogs, so I took the initiative to throw a bag at it, and I couldn't see it.
And then when I came back, the dog had to go on the road, but the bag had already eaten two hairs, and it had been pretty obvious when it saw me, and it had no obstinate feelings, so I reached out and touched it, and I suddenly had no idea what had been stung, and it still hurts, and then I looked down, and the dog had a stick on it, and it was supposed to be too much to play.
When I saw it like this, I thought it was gonna lie flat, it was gonna hurt, and it was so dirty that I had to ask the surroundings, and then I asked it to go around and see when it was a stray dog, and no one knew when it was just drifting, and thought it would be hard for it to get dressed and live, and this prick, one of whom was not likely to go, and I gave it to the pet store, and I looked at it.
And then people say, "It's just a Samaye, how can you pick it up so well?" And I said, "Well, I can't give a shit about what kind of face I'm having. I just feel like it's all dirty and dirty, and I think it's just a dirt dog and I'm just trying to save it. I can't believe it's a good shot. But finally, he shaved his body of velvet, and his hair was clogged because of the long absence of cleaning, so he took it back to his home, and saw the look of it, and then he had to shave it, and he didn't think he'd be able to wait.