original: One day, I was sitting on a chair, while bored and had absolutely nothing

to do, when I heard the ring of my doorbell, finding a package opposite the door. I
held the package to the table wondering what does it contain. I didn't want to
shake it though. There was a sign on the box saying "Probably fragile". Without
further ado, I opened the box, and saw
1- the panda. The panda was so soft, so cute and so cute-looking that I felt the
urge to hug it and gave her a kiss. The panda was small, so I could hold it
comfortably. I was really excited, so I ran to the living room where my partner and
a friend were and shouted "I got you a Panda!" and hugged it. I was so excited, so
that evening I dressed my Panda and placed her next to me. The panda loved me and
wouldn't stop kissing me. I was really surprised. She was much cute, soft and cute
compared to other pandas I have seen, so I thought that she was a rare panda from
China. Since then, I have received gifts with pandas. One by one, my friends gave
me a panda, which were the pandas and pandas-dolls. They all looked very cute. I
have received them until 2016, when I decided to move from Australia to Hong Kong
to start a new life.
2- a wrapping paper, a lot of white, with a tag written in red, with the word
"Switzerland". I was amazed. I heard a giggle, and a face appeared on the screen
asking: "Why are you so scared, please open it". The package was a bit too big for
my hand, but still manageable. When I finally opened it, I saw another wrapped
wrapping paper, this one, a lot smaller, with a white message, with a picture of a
girl and a man in a beach in Spain. This was what was written on it. The package is
for you, and it was waiting for you for a long time. It was a gift from me. You'll
have to figure out the rest. And all of it is from me. This is the wish of the
little girl, I hope you will be happy, and don't let anyone be sad. It was a dream
I will never forget. I gave a long hug to it. I felt the warmth and the kindness of
the three strangers. I decided to name the package "Red Bead". And now the package
is out of my house, but still, to this date, I still keep in my mind a good word.
3- a box. I opened it. I pulled out a pen which had a small note attached, about
two inches wide. It was the letter "PAGE 2" in Latin, and my handwriting. I opened
and saw how it looked almost identical. The note said "You're the real deal, and a
true lover of dreams". I looked up at the two of you and I suddenly knew I had to
meet you. My face was flushed from the bloodshot stare. I pulled the writing card
over my face and put it on a large bag. I took out of the bag the note holding the
note and put it on my hand. I put it on my desk, and then I took my last of papers
next. I was speechless as I read this. When people who say "you're the real deal"
are talking about someone with a pen, the only words I can think of that I can see
is "my dream" and then read the pen as I came, my heart was going to break. People
who say you are the real deal are making you cry,
4- inside. Inside was a box of very pretty purple cotton candy that I've been
buying for ages. The most adorable little black bunny I have ever seen. Oh, I love
purple, and I love it quite a lot. I've been wanting to eat cereal since I was
little, and I can only eat it without falling asleep. When I opened it, it was
pretty cute. The chocolate spread had a little more cream than I had seen on a
black and white TV show. The milk was pink and tasted like it contained
blueberries. The icing was purple like I thought. The flowers also appeared to be
the same color as the cake. I was in no hurry to let you get your cake in the oven
again, but I knew we couldn't stop. All my needs were met. Just look at this
delicious icing that was lying on top of my cake. That one was really pretty. I'm
always curious about what the next step in my life will be. I'll take it. It might
have to be my boyfriend who helped me out with homework. If I remember right
5- a chinese box, it was filled with several snacks, most importantly was the
first thing that came out of the box. It was bubble liquid, and the thought struck
me, it can be used as an oral STD detection device! Having a connection with
bubbles before, I got to the PC, found a model from Bluetooth SP-1237. It is very
fast to pair and get a result with a negative result within 30 seconds. This device
works by sending a wireless short-range, continuous vibration signal. When it
arrives, the gum will vibrate within a specific region, which could mean, the
person could be infected. I never knew I would become so giddy at such an
opportunity. The battery should last about a month, but for longterm usage, it has
an external battery with a life span of 10 years. Not having a picture of the real
product, I used Photoshopping in pictures from the net. The picture was taken from
the chinese site, was digitally put into the package, and connected to Bluetooth
SP-1237, made a printer output the pictures.
6- this painting of mine hanging behind my chair. Not only, there was a note
saying, thank you for your participation to STIPEND-2009, I loved the colors you
chose and your mood with which you have created this beautiful artwork, it would be
wonderful to have something similar to you made by me in your closet." With these
sentences, Ken accidentally reached for the bottle of poison which lay on the floor
and slipped away from himself. My family thought he hanged himself, thinking it
would solve their problem. My mom has already committed suicide before the age of
30, leaving us all and the surprise as my oldest brother succeeded and moved far
away from the village, abandoning the home and leaving us alone again. He died in
his house in China in his sleep in 2013. He committed suicide for unknown reasons,
but we thought at the time he was disturbed with insomnia, so we don't know for
sure. Since then, I found myself as a little selfish for most of my younger years,
realizing that we
7- an X Box 360 Slim on top. I went and grabbed a nearby 360 Slim controller,
opened the games' packaging, which came with Halo 4's controller for the original X
Box 360 (complete with Halo-emblazoned Xbox controller sleeve), downloaded it and
put it in the system, and began playing on my own account for the first time in a
long time. The multiplayer games that have been exclusive to the 360 are now at my
disposal, and the amazing games I have never played are now mine. Thank you, best
redditor ever, happy gaming. Also thanks to Deftkitzy, who was my wife's roommate,
for the banner. His good taste is much appreciated. Thanks everyone, for a
wonderful Christmas and a very merry new year. I had a good time, good bye. #2541
The New Nintendo Wii Super Mario Bros. Wii E3 was awesome. The first time I saw it
I was on the conference floor for IGN and when I saw the Wii for Wii U in the
middle of one of the video segments, I ran up to Sony's Mike Killian and grabbed
him by the neck (literally)
8- that it contained a handmade gift. I was shocked, as the first thing I thought
was: What the hell is this?! My initial reaction was: I can't believe it, I'm
speechless. It's the most thoughtful gift I've ever received. I couldn't believe
it, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't stop smiling. It was a
genuine surprise, and it's something I'll never forget. It's not often that you get
a present that is so perfect, so thoughtful, and so personal. I was speechless, I
was overwhelmed, and I was happy. I was so happy that I had to go to a coffee shop
to tell my friends about it. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you so much, Secret Santa!
You made my Christmas, my month, and probably my year.
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main- a picture of my little sister's face, and immediately wondered how can I
find out which girlfriend was "with" which girlfriend. I had an uncanny feeling
that my little sister was in trouble and wondering what could be more dangerous
than her. Soon, I learned that it was just an amateur camera taken by my father on
a long trip, however I wondered why there was some language written on the picture.
I had an interest in foreign languages. The picture consisted of my father, his
son, and his wife, apparently taken during a picnic of a German family at a little
Russian village called Mogilev, located in Belarus. It is supposed that the two
families met during that picnic. My father had lots of different pictures with his
little son who, I noticed, wasn't only tall, but was really handsome with his blue
eyes and golden locks, in contrast to his father who was rather short, with thin
curly hair and a look of pity. Both fathers had the same look, almost comparing
their kid. Although my father spent some days looking after his son, the kid still
seemed quite an orphan. The "red dots" began to show up in the picture. My father
pointed them out to me and I had to wonder where I had found them, because I didn't
remember seeing any red dots on the picture. Soon, I found that the "red dots" were
not the least concerned about the word "red", but were intent in searching for
"who", "what", and "where" I was. "Who is who"? "Where am I going? Why am I with
whom?" I had no doubt in my mind that the children of both families were physically
acquainted, but at what age was the picture taken? Since there was no indication on
the picture, I was forced to assume that the picture was taken around a few years
ago, that is, in the early 2000's. I knew that I had been born in 1970, and that
the picture was taken in the mid-1960's. At the same time, I knew that my mother
was born around 1920, but that I had been born around 1960, thus my father had been
born around 1910. I wondered why the little boy in the picture was at a picnic with
my father and his wife when he was supposed to be an orphan. Perhaps the parents of
the kid were dead and he was attending a kind of orphanage. "Where is the orphanage
where this picture was taken?" I couldn't find out any information and all I got
out of this photo was confusion, stress, and the usual sounds of "red dots". At
that time, I had absolutely no interest in the picture, because the picture had
been quite disturbing, and I realized that the pictures I looked at every day were
related to something, and the only thing I knew was "what" was going on. I
continued to study the pictures of the kind of children who was going to "raise
me". Who would "raise" me was a question that my father wanted to ask. Soon, I
realized that there was no such thing as raising me, and my father was going to be
the one who, "what", was going to be "going on", "with whom" was going to "go", and
"where" was going to "go". I had the strange feeling that the "red dots" were going
to visit me every day, and that the "who's going to be going with whom, what's
going to happen with whom, and where's going to be going" was going to be "going
on", "going on" and "going on". I thought that if I looked at the pictures all the
time, they wouldn't come every day, but I still continued to look at those
pictures. I couldn't get rid of the strange feelings or sense that I would be going
to all sorts of places, including prison, if I was found out. Since I had so much
education, I assumed that I was going to a university in Germany, where I would
meet a nice "red dot", a German teacher who would help me get an excellent "red
dot", and maybe even a German professor. No one knew where I was going to be at the
time, and no one knew if I would be "gone" after the picture. At the time I felt
that a lot of things were already "going on", but the pictures made me realize that
I was completely lost in the world, and that my "red dot" was probably a young
German. After a long time, I got to the point that I didn't know how to make
decisions or what decisions I would make. The thoughts I had weren't my thoughts,
but "red dots", which followed me everywhere, though I had never seen a "red dot"
in person, only on "red dots", which showed me where I was going, where I was
going, and where I would be "going" when I would be "gone" and go to prison. My
life continued with stress and an urge to commit suicide, because I would be able
to end all of my "red dots". I knew about the clinical terminology, and that those
"red dots" wouldn't really bother me if I took an aspirin or wore glasses or ate
meals, or didn't eat meals, or didn't wear glasses, or ate meals. But I had such a
strong urge to "take an aspirin" for "red dots", and so I went to my father's
pharmacy. I was looking for aspirin, but the pharmacist and the "red dots" were
telling me that "an aspirin was red, but not red dots". At that time, I was dealing
with questions about decisions and consequences, decisions that seemed to be
completely disconnected from my own feelings and was completely driven by "red
dots", but the "red dots" didn't bother me. I spent around a week looking at
different options for suicide, and then I finally decided that I would try to take
an aspirin. The pharmacist took care of the "red dots" when I went to see him.
Since I was actually "gone" in life, my father didn't bother to call me or ask me
how I was doing, and he probably didn't realize where I was at the time, and if he
realized, he probably assumed that "red dots" was going to come and take me to "red
dots" and never mentioned to me what he was actually worried about. A good friend
of mine was talking about the picture "Leben zu bewirken" (life to be exercised),
and I stopped her to tell her that I understood "Leben zu bewirken", but the "life
to be exercised" wasn't "any life", and the "life to be exercised" was the "life"
of those red dots, which indicated a total "red dot" paradox, and "red dots" might
not "be exercised". The conclusion that I came to was that no life was even "called
upon", and the "red dots" were telling me that I could go to "red dots" and "stop
being red dots", but this would actually be suicide. Since I didn't know what "red
dots" meant, it seemed to me that I had been forced to go to prison because of a
nonexistent prison, and since I had been forced to go to "red dots", I had to go to
"red dots" and stop being a "red dot" and I had to stop being a "red dot", because
I was "going" to prison, and "you don't go to prison", so I might as well "stop"
being a "red dot". If I thought about my "red dots" too much, the things I would
want to do didn't seem to be legitimate, but "red dots" were telling me that those
things were legitimate, and that they wouldn't do anything if I didn't. The things
that seemed to be legitimate at the time seemed to me to be "red dots", even if I
thought that they would make me "go to prison". I felt confused, and that I would
eventually come out of "red dots" and find myself, even if I didn't have any
concrete ideas of what it was like. My mind was so completely "locked" in prison,
and I couldn't get any further or faster than my present mental state. But there
was also something within me that I could "make happen". I could make it appear
that a "change" was happening if I was really committed, and I could "stop" the
"change" if I wasn't really committed, and so there was some sort of commitment to
me that would make a "change" "make a difference". The thing that would make a
difference was committing suicide, which would allow me to stop "all red dots",
even though I would still have red dots that would indicate that I had a life that
was "red" in nature. So I committed suicide, and I stopped "all red dots", even
though I knew that I would be put in prison as soon as I was "dead". My choice was
not based on good intentions, but rather on intentions of trying to convince myself
to commit suicide. Around that time, I was hearing about different ways to end
pain. As I told my girlfriend, I was hearing that "smoking" was a good way to end
"losing red dots", but I didn't want to end "losing red dots". I wanted to be in a
place that would lead me to the beginning of life, not to the end of life. I knew
that I was "locked" into prison, and I didn't want to be locked in prison forever,
so I knew that I would "commit suicide" before I was "dead", but I didn't know that
I could commit suicide on demand, and I didn't know what I would want to die from.
So I "chose" to commit suicide from smoking, because I was locked in prison, and I
didn't have a desire to commit suicide. So if I really was committed to the idea of
committing suicide, then I would have said "smoking" because smoking seemed to be
"making a change", even though it didn't seem to me that "smoking" was actually
making a change. I didn't really know what "smoking" was, and what I was hearing
about "smoking" didn't seem to be a true representation of "smoking". As I said
earlier, I thought that "smoking" was a change that would allow me to "turn red
dots" into "red dots" and would be a way of "making a difference". I didn't really
know if "smoking" was making a real difference or not. But "smoking" seemed to me
to be a way of going from "red dots" to "red dots" and from "red dots" to "red
dots". But I knew that it wasn't "smoking" that was making the "difference", but
rather, "red dots" were making a difference, so "smoking" seemed to be just one way
of going from "red dots" to "red dots". My mind was not willing to go from red dots
to red dots, and I thought that I would never get out of prison. I tried a lot of
ways of "make a difference", but I couldn't commit suicide on demand, so I wanted
to commit suicide as soon as I was able to commit suicide on demand. It seemed like
"smoking" was a way of not committing
suicide. But when I stopped smoking cigarettes, I "had red dots again". I had "red
dots" again, even though I had "red dots" a few months before I had stopped smoking
cigarettes. I thought that the "red dots" were just in my mind. But when I started
smoking again, it seemed like the "red dots" just came right back. I was "locked"
into prison. I was locked in prison and the prison guards let me "freeze", because
I "did not die". They let me "freeze" for months. Then one day they let me "freeze"
for years. But it seemed to me like the "freeze" period was not a matter of choice,
but rather, it was just something that I couldn't get out of. I couldn't get out of
"freeze" for years, and I couldn't get out of "freeze" without committing suicide.
Even though "freeze" was a "difference", I wanted to be in a place where I would
not feel trapped in prison, and I did not want to "freeze" for years. So I knew
that "freeze" could not be a true difference. I knew that "freeze" was just another
way of going from "red dots" to "red dots", and it was a matter of "freezing"
instead of committing suicide. Then they let me "freeze" for decades. And then one
day, I was offered a chance to "freeze", so I had "freeze" for decades. And they
gave me a small bottle of vodka, and said "if you drink this, we will not arrest
you". I drank the vodka, but they "did not arrest me". So I have been locked into
prison for decades, and "freeze" is not a difference. And that was the only
difference that I had, that was like a choice. And there were times that I was
locked into prison, and I wanted to "freeze", but I couldn't "freeze" because I was
locked in prison. But when I would "freeze", I wouldn't get "glitches" and I
wouldn't get "buds" and I wouldn't "crack" or "march", and I couldn't "freeze" for
a long time, but the "freeze" periods didn't seem to be lasting. I had "freeze" for
a day, a week, a month, and now it seemed like "freeze" was lasting for years. But
it seemed like "freeze" was not going to be a difference. It seemed like "freeze"
was just another way of going from "red dots" to "red dots". I am still locked into
prison, and I want to "freeze", but I don't want to "freeze" and "freeze". I want
to "freeze" on demand. I want to "freeze" when they want to arrest me. But I want
to "freeze" when I want to "freeze" and I don't want to "freeze" when I don't want
to "freeze". The guards said that I "had a choice", but I didn't have a choice. I
knew that I could not commit suicide on demand. I did not commit suicide on demand.
I did not commit suicide on demand, so I knew that I could not "freeze". And I knew
that "freeze" was another way of going from "red dots" to "red dots". But I didn't
have "freeze" as a choice, and I could not "freeze". I could not "freeze" on
demand. The guards said that they "allow" me to "freeze". They said that they
"allow" me to "freeze". But I didn't have "freeze" as a choice, and I didn't have
"freeze" as a choice. "Freeze" is not a real difference. I am still locked into
prison, and I want to "freeze", but I don't want to "freeze" and I don't want to
"freeze". I want to "freeze" on demand. But I want to "freeze" when I want to
"freeze" and I don't want to "freeze" when I don't want to "freeze". The guards
said that I "had a choice", but I didn't have a choice. I knew that I could not
commit suicide on demand. I did not commit suicide on demand, so I knew that I
could not "freeze". And I knew that "freeze" was another way of going from "red
dots" to "red dots". But I didn't have "freeze" as a choice, and I couldn't
"freeze". I could not "freeze" on demand. The guards said that they "allow" me to
"freeze". They said that they "allow" me to "freeze". But I didn't have "freeze" as
a choice, and I couldn't "freeze". I knew that I could not commit suicide on
demand. I did not commit suicide on demand, so I knew that I could not "freeze".
And I knew that "freeze" was another way of going from "red dots" to "red dots".
But I didn't have "freeze" as a choice, and I couldn't "freeze". I could not
"freeze" on demand. The guards said that they "allow" me to "freeze". They said
that they "allow" me to "freeze". But I didn't have "freeze" as a choice, and I
couldn't "freeze". I knew that I could not commit suicide on demand. I did not
commit suicide on demand, so I knew that I could not "freeze". And I knew that
"freeze" was another way of going from "red dots" to "red dots". But I didn't have
"freeze" as a choice, and I couldn't "freeze". I could not "freeze" on demand. I
don't know if that "red dots" "red dots" thing will ever end. I'm still "doing"
what my "mind" tells me to. I don't "think" a "freeze" would be a change. I don't
"think" that "think" of smoking "makes" a change. I "don't" think there will be an
"end" to the "red dots".