Where Are We Ⅳ“If you are talking about substance, dose that matter?
Energies, messages, or passages, are there any differences?
We are what we are.
Better care for your style.
To be a lost runner, or an irresolute wanderer, or an idolatrous follower, or a self owner, or even a tragic burner, that’s the question.
”xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> That one spoke dramatically, dancing with the rhythm of words.
Melissa could imagine some one saying this while enjoying a tea leisurely and making face.
(来源：遥英语学习网站 http://www.
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” “When you don’t think for yourself and get lost in mind, how can you say you own you?
Is there any difference between you and others?
We are told how to lead a routine life, or something like that, but that is not what makes us unique.
” “Err, right.
” “But do you know where my friend is now and how could we go back to our world?
Is our case common?
” before the one start again, Melissa asked apprehensively, “I’m sorry.
I appreciate your profound opinion.
But I am really worrying about my friend.
” If she was not in such a bewildered situation, Melissa would rather enjoy such a discussing.
Some times those questions came to her too.
“To be or not to be, that’s the question.
” But that was not the only question for life.
However, then it was not the right time for a right or wrong, elegant or not discussion.
She was worried about xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Lydia.
Was she all right?
“Well, I should say that traveling through different worlds is not so common, but not unprecedented either.
” The one said after a while of thinking.
“Then, do you know how could I find Lydia and how could we go back?
” How Melissa hoped that the answer would be yes!
“As long as she has not burn out herself, we could catch her easily.
” “What?
” There was fear in her voice.
She hoped that Lydia had not run too far.
She tried to feel Lydia, but she had not had the ability to extend her field far.
Just a moment later, the one said, “Follow me.
” Seems a sudden wind swept by.
Melissa could not think more.
She must catch up with the one, her only friend here.
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