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American Story : The White Circle <2>

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【整理】－－春山如笑

I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree.

'All right Anvol, climb down.'

Anvol looked at me as if I wasn't there. 'Yeahhh', he said, 'you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens.'

'Anvol', I said again, 'come down.They are my apples.'

Anvol stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. 'You want an apple? I'll give you one.' And he threw one with all his strength and hit me in the head.

I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anvol's face turned red. 'Boy, you're gonna get hit.' I began to pull his feet. Down he came alone with parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move.

'Stop kicking', he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples.

'You smelly cow', I said to him. 'I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father', I said.

'Father', Anvol said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, 'Father, say old man. You think your old man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say, old man. Old man, I wish you were dead.'

He let me get up, and stood over me. 'Stop crying', he said.

'I'm not crying'. I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.

There were times when I did not hate Anvol. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anvol to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick. Anvol saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anvol that day.

But another day, Anvol acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.

One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. 'They all hate me', he said, 'they hate me because my father is cruel.' 'They don't hate you', I said, 'at least I don't.'

triangelcute

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I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree.
"All right Ambo, climb down." Ambo looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeah", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens." "Ambo", I said again, "come down.They are my apples." Ambo stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. "You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all the strength and hit me in the head. I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Ambo's face turned red. "Boy, you're going to get hit." I began to pull his feet, down he came alone with the parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move. "Start kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "You smell a cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said. "Father", Ambo said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "father, say old man. You think your man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say old man. Old man, I wish you were dead." He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said. "I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.
There were times when I did not hate Ambo. I remember the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Ambo to make him a good boy. His father was a bit a cruel man, he had a big stick. Ambo saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Ambo that day.
But another day, Ambo acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.
One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate ya", I said, "at least I don't."

春山如笑

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I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree.

"All right Anvol, climb down."

Anvol looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeahhh", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens."

"Anvol", I said again, "come down.They are my apples."

Anvol stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. "You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all his strength and hit me in the head.

I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anvol's face turned red. "Boy, you're gonna get hit." I began to pull his feet. Down he came alone with /the/ parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move.

"Stop kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples.

"You smelly cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said.

"Father", Anvol said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "Father, say old man. You think your old man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say, old man. Old man, I wish you were dead."

He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said.

"I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.

There were times when I did not hate Anvol. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anvol to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick. Anvol saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anvol that day.

But another day, Anvol acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.

One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate you", I said, "at least I don't."

Silas.teng

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I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree. "All right Ambo, climb down." Ambo looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeah", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens." "Ambo", I said again, "come down.They are my apples." Ambo stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. "You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all the strength and hit me in the head. I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Ambo's face turned red. "Boy, you're going to get hit." I began to pull his feet, down he came alone with the parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move. "Start kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "You smell a cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said. "Father", Ambo said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "father, say old man. You think your man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say old man. Old man, I wish you were dead." He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said. "I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.There were times when I did not hate Ambo. I remember the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Ambo to make him a good boy. His father was a bit a cruel man, he had a big stick. Ambo saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Ambo that day.

But another day, Ambo acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry. One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate ya", I said, "at least I don't."

106855108

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I seek him for the tree,and he left.I pick up a stone and ran across the fence to protect my tree."All right,Anvo,clam down.".Anvo look at me as if I wasn't there."Yeah,you little nothing!Throw that stone at me and see what happens!" "Anvo,"I said again:"clam down! they are my apples!" Anvo stop eating,and smile at me with evil in his heart."your want an apple?I'll give you one." And He throw one with all his strenth and hit me in the head.I throw the strone at him,but missed,and hit the tree.Anvo's face truned red."boy,you are going to give hit." I begin to pull his feet down. he came along with the part of the tree and young freshed leaves. He kit me as he fell,we both hit the ground.He jump down top of me and placed his knees on my arms.I could not move."stop kicking!"he said, and then clamly look at the sky and begin to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "you smelly cow!" I said to him:"I wish you were never born.I am gonna tell my father."I said."Father!"Anvo said,try to make his voice sound like mine."father!the old man.you think the old man is very important,don't you?you think your old man is a king,don't you?the old man,go to hell,the old men,old man,I wish you were dead." He let me get up and stood over me."stop cry."he said. "I am not crying!" I was lie on the ground with murder in my heart.There were times when I not hate Anvo.I remeber the day his father came to school.he was told the teacher he was going to hit Anvo to make him a good boy.His father was a beater,cruel man.He had a big stick.Anvo saw the stick at here under the table.He lay there frightten until the teacher let his father go away.I had no hate for Anvo that day,but another day Anvo acted cruel like his father.He enter into the school when everyone had gone and throw things all over the floor.Sometimes he was more cruel and hit little boys and made them cry.One day he came to me as I was sitting under the tree."They all hate me."he said,:"they hate me because my father is cruel."
They don't hate you." I said:" At least I don't."

shuihui哩哩

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I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree. "All right Anvol, climb down." Anvol looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeahhh", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens." "Anvol", I said again, "come down.They are my apples." Anvol stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. "You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all his strength and hit me in the head.

I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anvol's face turned red. "Boy, you're gonna get hit." I began to pull his feet. Down he came alone with parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move. "Stop kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "You smelly cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said.

"Father", Anvol said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "Father, say old man. You think your old man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say, old man. Old man, I wish you were dead." He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said. "I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.


There were times when I did not hate Anvol. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anvol to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick. Anvol saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anvol that day. But another day, Anvol acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.

One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate you", I said, "at least I don't."

Lucifer.pro

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I thanked him for the tree and he left.I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree."All right Anvol, climb down."Anvol looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeah....", he said"you nothing throw that stone at me and see what happens."Anvol", I said again, "come down.They are my apples." Anvol stopped picking and smileed at me with eager in his heart."You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all his strength and hit me in the head. I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anvol's face turned red. "Boy, you're gonna get hit." I began to pull his feet. Down he came alone with parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move. "Stop kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "You smelly cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said. "Father", Anvol said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "Father, say old man. You think your old man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say, old man. Old man, I wish you were dead." He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said. "I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.
There were times when I did not hate Anvol. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anvol to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick. Anvol saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anvol that day. But another day, Anvol acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.
One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate you", I said, "at least I don't."

lily tiger

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I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree.

"All right Anwo, climb down."
Anwo looked at me as if I wasn't there.
"Yeah", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens."
"Anwo", I said again, "come down. They are my apples."
Anwo stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart.
"You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all the strength and hit me in the head.
I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anwo's face turned red.
"Boy, you're gonna get hit." I began to pull his feet, down he came alone with the parts of the tree and young fresh leaves.
He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move.
"Start kicking", he said and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples.
"You smelly cow!", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. "
"I'm gonna tell my father", I said. "Father", Anwo said, trying to make his voice sound like mine.
"Father, say old man. You think your man is very important, don't you? You think your old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say old man. Old man, I wish you were dead."

He let me get up and stood over me.

"Stop crying", he said.
"I'm not crying".
I was lying on the ground with murder in the heart.
There were times when I did not hate Anwo. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anwo to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick.
Anwo saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anwo that day.

But another day, Anwo acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made them cry.
One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree.
"They all hate me,", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel."
"They don't hate you", I said, "at least I don't."

卷毛毛

I thanked him for the tree and he left. I picked up a stone and ran across the fields to protect my tree. "All right Anvol, climb down." Anvol looked at me as if I wasn't there. "Yeahhh", he said, "you little nothing. Throw that stone at me and see what happens." "Anvol", I said again, "come down.They are my apples." Anvol stopped eating and smiled at me with evil in his heart. "You want an apple? I'll give you one." And he threw one with all his strength and hit me in the head. I threw the stone at him but missed and hit the tree. Anvol's face turned red. "Boy, you're gonna get hit." I began to pull his feet. Down he came alone with parts of the tree and young fresh leaves. He hit me as he fell. We both hit the ground. He jumped on top of me and placed his knees on my arms. I could not move."Stop kicking", he said, and then calmly looked at the sky and began to eat another one of my beautiful apples. "You smelly cow", I said to him. "I wish you were never born. I'm gonna tell my father", I said. "Father", Anvol said, trying to make his voice sound like mine, "Father, say old man. You think you're a old man is very important, don't you? You think you're a old man is a king, don't you? Say old man, go to hell. Say, old man. Old man, I wish you were dead." He let me get up, and stood over me. "Stop crying", he said. "I'm not crying". I was lying on the ground with murder in my heart.There were times when I did not hate Anvol. I remembered the day his father came to school. He told the teacher he was going to hit Anvol to make him a good boy. His father was a bitter cruel man, he had a big stick. Anvol saw the stick and hid under a table. He laid there, frightened, until the teacher made his father go away. I had no hate for Anvol that day. But another day, Anvol acted cruel like his father. He entered the school when everyone had gone and threw things all over the floor. Sometimes he was more cruel, and hit little boys and made
them cry. One day he came to me as I was sitting under a tree. "They all hate me", he said, "they hate me because my father is cruel." "They don't hate you", I said