2021-03-24
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幺幺是我
It was, as it most usually was, a beautiful day in the Hundred-Acre Wood. The sky was blue, unblemished by clouds.
The air was sweet, touched by the hint of honey that wafted from a familiar bear’s pot and a gentle breeze kissed the cheeks of the friends who had gathered around a picnic table.
But while the setting was idyllic and lent itself to happy thoughts, the expressions on the faces of the friends were rather well sad.
Looking around a table witried to ignore the rumbling rumbling sound coming from his tummy
