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<td class=jar filled with time, Maggie had gone about a year, once the paragraph to see me, when she opened the closet, first froze a moment, then suddenly squatted down and cried. I always thought of the paragraph is so strong, she never shed tears in front of us, when there is no wooden walking, Maggie did not take the time. But this time, she was curled into a ball squatting, head buried in the knees, the many, many tears come from the jeans on the Yin, it makes me remember saw the sunset kid, so gorgeous, so beautiful, but being in the moment The dark rushes and submerged.
Maggie went away, just me and send her to the paragraph. Together the three of us off the wooden, and then the paragraph I sent away with her. Maggie dressed like an angel that day, white clothes and trousers, stood in the airport hall quietly. The paragraph says, to wait for her return from America, go to the scourge of the school, Maggie only smiled, did not speak. We stood like that, like the three lost children in the crowd looked at each other in the bustling. Then the time finally arrived, said Maggie suddenly open, and you have to wait for me! Then she turned away, she did not no angel wings disappeared into the crowd in our line of sight.
I asked the paragraph, Maggie is not crying. Particular the paragraph and looked at me contemptuously: look, linger among the plants, look mottled light and shadow cast over the sea.
fact, the paragraph I have special hate coffee, but Maggie likes, and is simply addictive. At that time I, of the paragraph and Maggie often climbed up the sun roof top schools, day by day the number of lying above the clouds of heaven. Maggie is always up with empty coffee cans, and smashed them,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], those pieces of glass quickly piled up a heap, and we call it coffee mound.
Maggie said, have any desire to promise to give it will be achieved. Coffee jar wizard who wore clothes shining in the sun dancing, singing old songs to help us achieve the aspirations. Of the paragraph is always hope that their good money good money, money, money can be used to prepare a draft; Maggie has never refused to say desire, her desire to know only coffee mound. And my hope is to have the sun in the courtyard, and the paragraph, Maggie together. We have Thus, many classes a day off Alice, climbed to the grave yard to see the coffee and lay there, rambling, hand in hand and then go home for dinner.
Later, wooden appeared. That day, she than us early, when we climbed up the roof, only to see a girl kitten sitting there, sobbing.
We all panicked, we do not know her, do not know the weak invaders. Now think of it, the day that the first wooden look like Maggie was playing the piano for us to hear Romeo and Juliet, sadly hurts.
that day, the sun does not warm, I remember wearing a pair of red wooden shoes reminds me of a fairy tale in the dancing that kept the kids dancing at the end of that fairy tale She lost her legs. Can no longer be rotated.
wooden learning well before us in the know is a typical boy. But her mother has still refused to let her, she took her show off to others as their capital. Face the problem for the woman when the wooden test failure causes for her and playing with the words of the paragraph to describe, like a mad guinea pig. That is because the wooden in a test as colleagues in the guinea pig failed to children than good, guinea swore to interrupt her legs.
she escaped from the camp joined us, often lying on the patio to sleep, to promise a lot of far-fetched coffee desire mound, and then imagine they have become a reality.
Maggie Maggie had in fact never called, just as wooden, of the paragraph and I, we call each other with strange names, we know that only the origin of the name. wooden
know that I think of winter, we decided to give Maggie a surprise. Maggie is the only person with long hair, her hair black and shiny, with the paragraph as a've been dreaming of beautiful hair, but this vow to the mound of coffee. We quietly bought many many beautiful Tousheng and card, ready to celebrate her 18-year-old Maggie's Christmas. Maggie to see the things we imagine how happy that ah, she normally collected on those favorite things. Thought of this, the three of us always Toutou Xiao long time, secretly wishing that Christmas to hurry up mounds of coffee to it, come to the right. Shiny mound of coffee in the winter sun elves mysteriously tumble, the wings flying across the snow.
However, Maggie but no hair. When we fall into the gift pile in front of her, she cried. Then she took off the hat. 18-year-old on Christmas Eve, ah, Maggie lost her beautiful hair. We looked at her, like O. Henry imagine, dumbfounded, stunned.
react before the paragraph, Maggie's hair, she pointed to laugh, she laughs that she had seen the most fun thing, and then she asked Maggie is not intended to imitate the famous the writings of the plot, really creative.
the paragraph sounds great, but we still hear Maggie hoarsely Road, last night, my parents divorced.
we once were quiet. It did not snow on Christmas, but my eyes, but vast expanse, there is a panic to climb from the soles of the feet, the cool wet playing in my face on my nose. I heard the wooden one side, crying out loud. Maggie
of the paragraph has been clinging to her tone of voice that we had never heard of depression. She said all right, all right, and we do.
my tears suddenly fell down, when the wind came face tingling to pain. The pain reminds me of dandelions on the field, drifting across the dandelion from my side, they are flying around in the wind, infinite sadness. Maggie's hair
father left, she and her mother lived. We have seen Maggie's dad, is a very clean and very slender man, he looked at the eyes when Maggie is a gentle intractable. Before, he always after school to pick Maggie, Maggie with one hand just hold the other hand say goodbye to us. Maggie to 18 years old, he was a hand pulled Maggie, while a smile come back to us, with good to hear the voice saying goodbye. But is such a man, the future can only be picked up by others far looked at Maggie, only black in his hand touching her moist hair.
we wept together, and only the paragraph in silence, with our hand chain, and then raised his head and smile. I know the meaning of the paragraph, because I feel the warmth of her hands.
then finally third year, the wooden not so often got out, and Maggie has a lot of silence. Often in the courtyard of the paragraph and I laughed on the crazy, thinking that you can cover up the hearts of the lonely. Only growing mound of coffee, because coffee Yuehe Yue Maggie not only more, plus wooden's. Was forced to stay up wooden drinking bitter black coffee, for the difficult questions of science, and she told us many times at midnight she looked up from the sea issues, always think of coffee, mounds, and us. Said she always cool hand Moxiang Maggie, So the four of us are no longer
openings invariably turned to see a mound of coffee. We discovered how lonely he is how small, tiny dark green to black and looking up at the night sky, only dare to dream of silence to tell the coffee mound, alone with only four people to feel warm.
wooden that she will have to test into a good school, earn a lot a lot of money, more money to enable it to prepare a draft paragraph by paragraph. The paragraph is particularly exaggerated smile, with his hands over his wooden hand. We laughed together to send tired wooden home.
until one day, call me wooden, said she returned home the day after tomorrow. Guinea pigs that there is relatively low scores more. Also said that there may be a long time not see wooden surface, and said that he hoped happy. I do not know what to say after listening to a good, put down the phone go out into the paragraph and ran home. I opened the door of the paragraph, in particular her face calm, and then she said, must go, wooden, and Maggie.
Maggie going? I hand hold the door, security door cool chatter metallic to me playing.
down the paragraph, a cigarette, the United States, she said.
I look to the flickering flame of her hands and felt the middle section of the smoke in the face so pale and unreal.
I do not know why I get so angry, I just remember the paragraph called red, smoking! Do you smoke them you will be able to stay with us? Then I turned to run out, pretending to not hear the cry of the paragraph. I have been running have been run down until it could run in the streets in despair.
I knelt in the street cried winter, strangers come at me strange looks. I do not care, my hand against the cool brick sidewalk, tears hit the big stars big stars to go, a lot of dust so well up to surround them, look so dirty.
the paragraph I felt hugged me from behind me, I know her a taste of tobacco and mint aroma. Her arm so strong, yet so gentle and so firm. She hugged me, in my ear said, you are not there for me? !
I never had that feeling in the world only two of us that feeling. The streets coming and going, so noisy, car drove past, with the smell of gasoline, I feel, I just kept nodding, tears slide down the neck down.
of the paragraph, we can not cry as we cry, wooden and Maggie how to do? I desperately nodded, tears, unable to speak.
said the paragraph, we have coffee every day to see mass graves, it is saying a wish, so wooden and Maggie went out every day happy. I nodded and fuzzy to see the sun flashing in the mound of coffee.
laughed the paragraph, go home, getting dark, the day after tomorrow we go to the train station, sending wooden, ah? I nodded point to numb.
of the paragraph pulled me up, wooden will be very happy, Maggie, too.
I looked at her side in that moment suddenly lights are bright, beautiful black eyes of the paragraph in the light flashing the night. What I
not there. She said, stressing each syllable, is a rare serious expression.
ah, my tears was actually so hot, they are complex and pouring, drop by drop on my hand, like the palm of the paragraph, like, so hot.
I've always hated to ride the train. Waiting room mixed with sweat, cigarette smoke, the taste of instant noodles and ham, with a total nightmare I remember dark color. Wooden pale, carrying a gigantic bag, his eyes there is a confusion. She looked out the window illuminated the tracks, as if waiting for something, so what want to wait until the fear of something.
guinea frowned looking at the paragraph, Maggie and I, I know she does not like our look. We looked like a funeral procession, a sad and a look of defiant silence.
wooden finally come around, I saw her eyes full of tears, my throat hurts them. I think the paragraph said that day, busy with his head down. I heard the sound of wooden
with a laugh, she'd think the paragraph, as have their sorrows, smiling face of other people, so they feel at ease forward.
Maggie, I'm sorry I can not give you. Wooden smile.
Maggie bit his lip, pull up the wooden hand. Do not worry, I'm sure every day Xiao Hehe. Said, Maggie ek a big smile.
of the paragraph is also smiling, her voice was, as usual, like a burst of light roses.
we will for you to send her, she was the protagonist of O. Henry ah! She said, we all laughed, laughter is a pity that the train suddenly covered the long song, so we just whistling sound of the whistle in the laugh, looking at each other, tears blurred. I think I probably never forget that moment, and at that moment, I thought I heard the most world's most pleasant and warm voice.
wooden away, leaving a half a can of coffee. She said that I thought her a drink when there is not only the taste of her, and Maggie's taste and flavor of the paragraph.
Maggie is gone, her mother finally took her far away from the area around her father, far away from the area around us.
However, it does not matter, as well as we do.
I have heard people say that you and your friends to share happiness, then there two happy; you sad tell a friend, but the hegemonic wants them to share it for you half sad. I think we clearly have kept my mouth shut, could be why I still can feel the three of them in the melancholy?
I realized after we separate the graves of our coffee cheat, it will never bring us joy and happiness. Those shiny, the tears turned into Wizard of depression, they overheard our desire, and then use magic, the disappointment to us.
our dreams, will always be buried in mass graves in coffee, along with our secretly tears.
I stood there and saw the tears from the circle around the paragraph Yin pants out in the wind like a blooming rose in a prosthetic. I'm bitter aftertaste from the taste of coffee, that makes me sad and happy aroma, the coffee from my wardrobe comes out of the jar, like most of the coffee mound of years.