Doomsday Pavilion

squeak

written request for leave.

I had a cold and a fever, but in the morning, my mother was ruthlessly dragged up to look at the house.

Running around, eating a meal all day, and now on the way home-this is definitely my mother.

Completely paralyzed.

Soon, there will be one more stupid house slave and one less free salted fish in this world.

These two days should be the same process, try to arrange the time of house inspections together and gather them all together.

But in the past few days toss, get it done early.

Silently mourn the Hp that I continue to shrink.

Finish calf.