Fan Sharing:
When I went to his colleague's house the other day, I was walking on the road, I saw a dog running by the road, I thought the little guy was cute, I wanted to go near him, I didn't want to show my face, I looked scared of me, and then I ran after him, and I felt like he was scared.
I'm afraid of it, and when I see it, I pick it up, and my friends say I'm scared, but when I hold it in my arms, I throw it away, and I see it in my eyes, I lose my hand, I fall on the ground, and I feel guilty.
And then I put it in my arms, and then I looked at its eyes, and the little guy's left eye was gone, and there was only one eye, and it was supposed to be hurt, but I didn't know how it looked, but it was enough to imagine how much it suffered and how much it suffered, no wonder it was so afraid of people. There was a reason for it to look like it had been so much hurt.
When I took it home, I decided to take it home, to make up for what happened to it, to make up for what happened to it, to make up for what happened to it, to make up for what happened to the little guy, to start with, to be afraid of people, and then to comfort it, to take three days, to make the little guy feel good about me, and sometimes if I put some water on my hands, he'll lick it all the time, if it's true or not, if it's too insecure to feel safe to live in health.