Last night i handed my cell phone to the shopkeeper, and the screen just turned around, and a "don't go home tonight" popped on the top of the roof, and at that moment my toe was out of three rooms。
Don't laugh, the grey scale update that weibo snuck in here today is to save the moment of social death — an additional "notification display" entry in the setup notice, to tear the notification when the weibo has not been opened down into three tranches: just to warn you that you have received a message, who you are, who you are, who you are, who you are with, who you are naked。
In the first place, i dialed the switch to the very simplest, and i was not afraid that the deliveryman, the subway neighbor, and mom and dad would sweep it to "baby transfer 520"。
Don ' t underestimate this cut, behind which zhang xiaolong finally admits that wei-shin moved from a tool of acquaintances to a semi-public place, but also left furniture in the private living room。
Either the owner's phone was turned off, or you were executed on the street; you are now given a third set, like a bathing suit, a regular dress, a nightgown, on the right occasion。
Some people are in trouble, and i think it's the most humane move in recent years — handing over the “possibly awkward” prejudge to the user instead of defaulting “you don't care”。
Go and flip the setup, and if you're not in ash, you can spend a few days at the table, and don't let the next dinner start over with a pregnancy test stick。
Privacy is either a big slogan or don't let strangers read love letters for you。
