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She plays the violin very well.

She always practices here.

I heard that this place turned out to be a battlefield.

A lot of people have died.

Fighting? Of course, people are going to die.

The sound of the violin is beautiful.

The willow branches sway gently with the wind.

Even it is intoxicated.

She didn't practice there for a while.

She came to take the entrance examination of the Conservatory of Music.

It's been a long time.

Because I can't afford to practice in a professional classroom. She can only go there. She wants to go back

Home.

Because she put forward a request for the examiner of her exam.

I hope she can be his confidant.

** that kind.

She refused.

It's about to leave.

The examiner called her.

He made a deep self-criticism on the phone.

And she is guaranteed to be admitted.

She hung up the phone.

Pinched his face. It hurts.

It's not a dream.

She went there to practice the piano again.

"Sister, how did you talk to that person?"

A young man in armor asked.

"I just told him that I wanted this girl to be admitted."

A beautiful woman replied.

"He just agreed?"

"No, so I just found a few miserable people to light up a portrait."

"I can't cure his mother for hundreds of years."