he scream of the alarm clock turns on the mist in the morning, the hothead squints at the Stop Button, his hair stuck in a straw bowl, remembering the dream that never ended, “SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN! Are you up yet? ” I heard gargling in the bathroom, “Don’t worry, I‘m not finished yet. ”
“I’m not worried? You‘ll be late, hurry up! ”
“It’s only 7:30, it‘s still early, wait till I put on some toner before you go out, you don’t even get up, all you do is rush me, it‘s annoying...”
“ if I move, who will be the first one to go out,” a quick-tempered carp played hard to do, picked up the clothes on the chair on the body set, or yesterday’s clothes, ”whatever, that‘s it. “ Hotheads take out the fastest frequency at this time to beat even foundation liquid, both sides of the same pace. 7:30 has arrived, the slow son selected shoes ready to go out, the quick son has picked up the backpack, a tornado like to the door, proudly toward the slow son making faces.
”hothead, did you forget to look in the mirror? The powder on the face is not spread, and the clothes are wrinkled, just now you passed me, I thought you just played basketball...“
”okay, okay, stop, I’ll go first, on the way to get, bye ~ ~ go first.“
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