I supposed not to let my family know, but I’m sure they will find out soon though, while I’m not good at keeping any secret with them. So I did tell them the true. Well, needless to say, they keep nagging me about my neglect...
- How many times did I tell you to be careful?
- How many times did I tell you to wear helmet to protect yourself?
- How many times did I tell you not to ride so fast?
- How many times did I tell you not to stay late?
- How many times did I tell you to apply pomade regularly?
- How many times did I tell you not to be so careless about those wound or bruises?
- How many times did I tell you to wear helmet to protect yourself?
- How many times did I tell you not to ride so fast?
- How many times did I tell you not to stay late?
- How many times did I tell you to apply pomade regularly?
- How many times did I tell you not to be so careless about those wound or bruises?
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These are their never-ended questions. My answer simply is, “It’s gonna be ok, everything gonna be all right. It’s already happened. It’s over.”
See? All I got is blaming while knowing that they just care.
Well, however, these kinds of scolding things make me feel so warm. Hah! But it’s just sometimes, frankly, so boring by hearing those nagging since things were over, you know?
Well, however, these kinds of scolding things make me feel so warm. Hah! But it’s just sometimes, frankly, so boring by hearing those nagging since things were over, you know?
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But my poor right leg unluckily always gets burns, bruises, scars or sth. Hmmm Countless scars I got on my poor right leg. Poor poor poor you! hikhikhik This right leg somehow born to get burn and forever scars! Lolzzzzzzz Jeez!
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