My dad was a construction worker.
Sometimes when you go into the study you have a design job and all kinds of drawings are broken, and sometimes there are material samples.
My father seems to have been a good designer.
My house was living in a high-rise apartment in Gangnam,
It was furnished with hand-painted furniture and heavy objects.
He entered the engineering camp after his father and learned his father's work.
I was not interested in such things.
There was no quality.
My concern was not the work of the father, but the father itself.
My father had a bit of a long hair and a thick body, and I adhered to a ridiculous fashion, but he was as delicate as a building designer.
Especially my brother and I have a five - year - old school, so when I enter elementary school, elementary school middle school, I was much better than my dad who was a college student.
My father divorced me when I was in middle school, but I did not miss my mother.
My mother had never lived with me until she reached elementary school to middle school after she gave birth to me.
In addition, the mother was a peculiarly opposite character to her father.
Her mother, who was the daughter of Albuja, who had land in Gangdong-gu, majored in vocal music at university.
Three years old father who met by introduction and married early in the second grade of university and dropped out of school.
My parents' relationship was that I was born a little bit soon, and my mother wanted to achieve a dream that I could not achieve.
However, after returning to Korea several times, he did not come home well but stayed in the house of Gangdong - gu.
No, my father was still quiet at the time and I felt like I was fighting alone.
My mother was frustrated and my father could not bear it.
They finally divorced.
I do not think that it is not the reason that I did not get into my studies like my brother.
It was a divorce when I entered puberty in junior high school, but my mother 's presence was not big and my father' s shade was big.
The father gave everything that the mother could not give.
When I entered the room without my mother when I was lonely and tough, I entered my bed with my father 's arms in my bed and my father hugged me tightly.
I felt so good.
Daddy 's embrace was the safest place in the world.
His solid father 's chest never seemed to fall.
I went to the department of Korean literature and started to learn alcohol.
There were a lot of geeky friends in the school, but it was a good fit for me.
We had been drinking so much until the liquor was dingy, and then we slept in our house.
We were crawling into each other's body when the fluffy feet of a dry body with little long white arms and leg hair and naked feet fell asleep in my room.
Without knowing who had started first, we were only focused on desire with 69 postures, lost any reason to fill the thirst after drinking and drinking.
When I was in the mental state, I had already erupted from each other. I also
I did not even talk first.
I could not stand it. "Do you like a man?" "... No, are you?" "Not me either." "Then what is this?" Answered.
"To tell you the truth ... you like it." I was stupid so I asked him to stop.
"Have you ever been a woman?" "no." "Well ... Is this your first time?" "Yes," "Why is the cock standing?" "I do not know ..." "Do you see?" Then he got up, washed and went home.
However, what Dongseob said, his work with Dongseob was stuck in his mind.
I've been listening to crabs for a while, but it's not like my planet or alien being resembling a planet that might be far away in the universe.
But it was embarrassingly too close.
Is it wrong that I never met my girlfriend?
What is the reason? The answer to the question I got after many thoughts was whether or not I liked the breakup.
I had never considered the breakup as an emotion of reason.
But his sleek, long legs and long, slender body looked out of sight for some reason.
It seemed that the moans of the fluorshell in the mental state at that time rang in my ear.
Since that day, Fluorite and I have not seemed to match.
I have come to feel that strange and uneasy feelings, and it is hard to be touched by Fluor's efforts to treat me the same way as before.
I felt something. I wanted to find a stable routine and wanted to go back to before.
In my dad's room I was a college student and did not find it after high school. It was the first time that I entered the bed.
Sometimes when you go into the study you have a design job and all kinds of drawings are broken, and sometimes there are material samples.
My father seems to have been a good designer.
My house was living in a high-rise apartment in Gangnam,
It was furnished with hand-painted furniture and heavy objects.
He entered the engineering camp after his father and learned his father's work.
I was not interested in such things.
There was no quality.
My concern was not the work of the father, but the father itself.
My father had a bit of a long hair and a thick body, and I adhered to a ridiculous fashion, but he was as delicate as a building designer.
Especially my brother and I have a five - year - old school, so when I enter elementary school, elementary school middle school, I was much better than my dad who was a college student.
My father divorced me when I was in middle school, but I did not miss my mother.
My mother had never lived with me until she reached elementary school to middle school after she gave birth to me.
In addition, the mother was a peculiarly opposite character to her father.
Her mother, who was the daughter of Albuja, who had land in Gangdong-gu, majored in vocal music at university.
Three years old father who met by introduction and married early in the second grade of university and dropped out of school.
My parents' relationship was that I was born a little bit soon, and my mother wanted to achieve a dream that I could not achieve.
However, after returning to Korea several times, he did not come home well but stayed in the house of Gangdong - gu.
No, my father was still quiet at the time and I felt like I was fighting alone.
My mother was frustrated and my father could not bear it.
They finally divorced.
I do not think that it is not the reason that I did not get into my studies like my brother.
It was a divorce when I entered puberty in junior high school, but my mother 's presence was not big and my father' s shade was big.
The father gave everything that the mother could not give.
When I entered the room without my mother when I was lonely and tough, I entered my bed with my father 's arms in my bed and my father hugged me tightly.
I felt so good.
Daddy 's embrace was the safest place in the world.
His solid father 's chest never seemed to fall.
I went to the department of Korean literature and started to learn alcohol.
There were a lot of geeky friends in the school, but it was a good fit for me.
We had been drinking so much until the liquor was dingy, and then we slept in our house.
We were crawling into each other's body when the fluffy feet of a dry body with little long white arms and leg hair and naked feet fell asleep in my room.
Without knowing who had started first, we were only focused on desire with 69 postures, lost any reason to fill the thirst after drinking and drinking.
When I was in the mental state, I had already erupted from each other. I also
I did not even talk first.
I could not stand it. "Do you like a man?" "... No, are you?" "Not me either." "Then what is this?" Answered.
"To tell you the truth ... you like it." I was stupid so I asked him to stop.
"Have you ever been a woman?" "no." "Well ... Is this your first time?" "Yes," "Why is the cock standing?" "I do not know ..." "Do you see?" Then he got up, washed and went home.
However, what Dongseob said, his work with Dongseob was stuck in his mind.
I've been listening to crabs for a while, but it's not like my planet or alien being resembling a planet that might be far away in the universe.
But it was embarrassingly too close.
Is it wrong that I never met my girlfriend?
What is the reason? The answer to the question I got after many thoughts was whether or not I liked the breakup.
I had never considered the breakup as an emotion of reason.
But his sleek, long legs and long, slender body looked out of sight for some reason.
It seemed that the moans of the fluorshell in the mental state at that time rang in my ear.
Since that day, Fluorite and I have not seemed to match.
I have come to feel that strange and uneasy feelings, and it is hard to be touched by Fluor's efforts to treat me the same way as before.
I felt something. I wanted to find a stable routine and wanted to go back to before.
In my dad's room I was a college student and did not find it after high school. It was the first time that I entered the bed.
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