I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her
NANA绝美只是那美渐渐失去灵气令人心生不耐(好喜欢安娜的眼睛Tres jolie mais elle s'en marre et elle ne sait jamais vivre. ---And suddenly Porthos can't think of anything but why one foot is always ahead of another.
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