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day are not satisfied with changing the pattern. I am most envious of
her every day, an egg Rufu. It seems to me is simply the princess
treatment. You know, in our home, eggs are best, or only to the
distinguished guest star holidays have a slightest trace of it in the
pot, as she cooked, eaten steamed, fried eggs, eat whole, that is to
unthinkable. She happens also picky
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eaters, eat protein, eat egg yolks, then her mother would leave the
side of the egg yolk my mouth water. So, with her eggs to become
unshakeable my homework every day, is one of my enjoyment. After eggs,
we started more than tall, more than the skin. We are of pigs, the same
year, but I have a few months earlier than her, so my child has been
higher than her. Her mother to allow her to eat eggs to tell her every
day to eat eggs, you can catch up with me, and also told her
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called me sister and white skin Why did not you do Because she does not
eat eggs every day. This time she obediently proper place. So, every day
we have staged such a melodrama: to find a flat stone, stand together,
than more than ah, ah, how she can keep up with me. In fact, I now also
higher than her. Next, she proudly announced: But for that coveted egg
yolk, I had to sacrifice himself.Later, her
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mother has married, and she was taken away. Lost playmates in the same
time, I am also sorry for my lovely egg yolk endless. Oh, my playmate,
my egg!the news is about her grandmother's mouth on and off through her
learned. Heard her mother married over, gave birth to another boy, and
good, very good stepfather, has been to her as her own child. I sighed
with relief. Then I remembered my egg yolk, and asked: My old Mujixiadan
day, I put the egg in her power to hold, my mother Haoshuodaishui,
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the egg in my hands the glorious sacrifice. Mom looked Mozhe, I had.