Who ate my grape ?	I just envy these pears which are lying on 　　the floor. 　I'm relieved that my hectic day 　 was over.
Either is sweet. Really ?

Let me have red lives.	It looks like flowers blushed with joy.

You enjoy the flavor and find what the supporting role is like.
It looks like we eat brocoil woods, doesn't it ?		I don't care about the way I'm called .

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