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번역 관련 문제 보고
Slaskie, Poland 
One expresses well the love he does not feel.
-- J.A. Karr
♥ 🌂 ♥ 🍇 ♥ 👽 ♥ 💛 ♥ 👑 ♥ 🌳 ♥ 🌋 ♥ 💙 ♥ 💃 ♥ 🐝 ♥ 🐊 ♥ 👾
The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
♥ 📒 ♥ 🐛 ♥ 👾 ♥ 💄 ♥ ⛳ ♥ 👳 ♥ 📘 ♥ 💗 ♥ 🍖 ♥ 🎫 ♥ 📗 ♥ 🌽
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░░░░░░▐▀░░░░░░▐▌░░ Bob cię lubi ;)
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