Sweet talk, bitter truth
本文作者： BY JILL ZHANG, GUANGDONG
IT was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue and the clouds were vanilla-white. I met him in a coffee shop where I worked part-time. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of brown sunglasses. He looked really cool–that was my first impression of him. |  |
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