In early July, with the help of Lennon, Lacey packed up her things and left her alma mater for undergraduate.
Lennon snatched all the heavy objects from Lacey. He dragged two suitcases, a huge backpack, and a heavy travel bag on his right shoulder.
July is the sweltering summer, the scorching sun is fiery, the heat waves are rolling, and the streets are hot. Lennon’s sweat came out of his forehead, slid down along the line of his face, and stuck on his clothes, leaving a trace of no deepness or shallowness.
The levers of the suitcase were a bit stuck, and the wheels were not smooth enough, but the suitcase was full of clothes, shoes, skin cream, and odds and ends. Lennon worked hard to **** her sister’s luggage, and did not dislike her with too many things and heavy boxes along the way.
Lacey was embarrassed: “Brother, are you tired? Give me the backpack and travel bag.”
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