"Can we at least watch the living?" Harry asked. You've already done that. Said
Fanny. "I think Harry meant to see how mortals live their lives," I said. "From
birth to death, to see how people live their lives. We want to know their
secrets so we can pretend to feel better. "You still can't experience it." Fanny
said clearly. Thank you, wise man. I said, our paradise is still getting more
and more lively. The buildings in Paradise High School are the same as those in
Fairfax High School, but there are more roads leading to all sides. "Take a
walk," said Fern. "You'll see what you're looking for." So Harry and I set out
to find out. We found out there's an ice cream shop in heaven, and when you
order mint ice cream, no one tells you, "Sorry, it's not mint ice cream season."
There is a newspaper in heaven that often publishes our pictures and makes us
feel that we are important people. Because Halle and I both like fashion
magazines, there are also fashion celebrities, beautiful women and other real
people in the newspaper. Sometimes Halle seemed absent-minded, and sometimes
when I went to find her and found that she didn't know where to go, I knew that
Halle had gone to her little world,
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feeling of missing is a little strange. I hoped that Mr. Harvey would die to
atone for his sins, and that I would still be alive,
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all, heaven is not perfect, but I believe that as long as I watch carefully and
hope carefully, I may be able to change the lives of my loved ones on earth. It
was Dad who answered the phone on December 9, which opened the prelude to the
tragedy. He told the police my blood type and described my clear skin to the
police. The police asked him what else he saw in me, and he described my face so
carefully that he could hardly go on. Detective Fenaimon did not interrupt his
father. He had a very sad news to tell him, but he did not know how to say it.
Then he finally said, "Mr. Salmon, we only found one body." My father stood in
the kitchen, trembling with grief. How could he tell my mother the news? "So you
can't be sure that Susie is dead?" He asked. Nothing is 100% certain. Detective
Fenaimon said. My father told my mother,
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broken down at the same time, usually one comforted the other, and never needed
each other's comfort at the same time. In the past, there was always one party
who was stronger. When they met with sad things, they hugged each other. The
weaker party could feel the strength of the other party and feel better. They
never knew what "fear" was, and now they have their first taste of "panic."
Nothing is 100% certain. Her mother muttered to herself, and her father wanted
her to listen to it, and she clung to it. Mom knows what all the trinkets on my
silver bracelet represent. She remembers where we bought it and why I like it so
much. She made a list and wrote down my clothes without omission. If someone
found my things in the distance or in a remote place on the main road, the
police might be able to use these clues to find my murderer. www.xiaoshuotxt.com
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watched my mother carefully list my clothes and favorite things, and my heart
was filled with warmth, but also with pain. She knew that the chances were very
slim, but she still had a glimmer of hope. She still hopes that strangers who
pick up cartoon erasers or rock star badges will hand them over to the police.
After talking to Detective Fenaimon on the phone, Dad reached for Mom's hand and
they sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead without saying a word. Mom held the
list in her hand numbly, and Dad felt like he was in a dark tunnel. After a
while, the sky began to drizzle, and although neither of them spoke, I could
feel them thinking the same thing: it was raining, but Susie was alone in the
rain; they both hoped that I was all right and safe in a warm, dry place. They
did not know who would fall asleep first, and both of them were exhausted and
fell asleep before they knew it. The rain went up and down, the temperature kept
dropping, and then there was hail, and the little ice hockey hit the roof and
made a lot of noise. They were awakened by the sound of hail, and both woke up
at the same time, filled with guilt. They were silent. The light at the other
end of the room was still on. They looked at each other in the dim light. Mom
cried. Dad held her in his arms, wiped her tears with his thumb, stroked her
cheek, and gently covered her eyes with his lips. They touched each other, and I
stopped looking at them and moved my eyes to the cornfield to see if the police
could find anything in the field the next morning. The hail bent the corn stalks
and drove all the small animals into the cave. In a cave not far from the
ground, there lived a group of hares that I liked. The hares often went to the
garden of a nearby family to steal vegetables. People put poison in the garden.
Sometimes an unwitting rabbit brought the poison home. As a result, in this cave
far from the garden, the whole hare family crouched together and died quietly.
On the morning of the tenth, Dad emptied the whole bottle of whiskey into the
kitchen sink. Lindsey asked him why he had poured it out. I'm afraid I'll drink
all the wine. He said What was that phone call about last night? Asked my
sister. Which phone? "I heard you say the light of the stars burst. You always
say that when it comes to Susie's smile." "Is it?" "Yes,
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the truth?" "I want the truth." Lindsey said with certainty. The police found a
body, and they said it might be Susie's. 。
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