The going. The letters. The staying.

    The going. The letters. The staying.

    The life of the little boy. The staying

    and the life of the little boy. The

    letter. The mushrooms. Dear Mom，

    I‘m writing to say how good it felt

    when we took the mushrooms. Our skin.

    The boy getting on the bus and the

    street lamp. It‘s getting cooler. The life

    of the little boy. The life of the little boy.

    The going. The letters. It‘s getting cooler.

    It‘s a little bit better. We took the

    mushrooms and got on the crowded bus.

    I‘m writing to say how everyone seemed.