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... ult, I walked around empty-handed like a ghost every day, and I remembered to go home for dinner at that time. My sister said that he has lost all other memories, and the only thing he remembers is the life of three meals on time and constant snacks.

  Choose a sunny and mild afternoon, put a few cloths on the lawn, have a picnic with a basket and a plate, and listen to the chatting and laughing of the big guys...

   "It's good for Americans to have a holiday, so I can relax too." ...

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