The Puffy Chronicles

Puffy Chronicles Puff Daddy was born at Sele Combs on November 4, 1969, was born in Harlem's Melvin and Janice Combs, and began a violent life from a young age. When Sean was two years old, his father was tragically killed. For this reason, Janice moved to a safer environment in Vernon, New York where he had to do three work for his family. I can see that Sean 's broken family and the violence surrounding him constantly influences the lyrics and music style of his life [I1].

Today I will talk about my old friend Puffy. Yes, Puffy was my puppy about eight years ago. At that time I was about 10 years old, so beware that stupid names make people laugh all the time when they hear it. When we first met him, Puffy was about two months old. He is the Shih Tzu Maltese, the most cute thing I have ever seen. I still remember that day well. We had another puppy a week ago, it was Rottweiler. My mother is not happy My father took the puppy's house and said that it would be a watch dog. So, in order to make my mother happy (my sister and I), he bought us a cute, fluffy, healthy puppy.

That was not the last time I saw Puffy. About two years later, Puffy's new owner has visited us with him and five cute little puppies. I think Puffy has forgotten all about us. But the second time he saw us from the window he began to bark as much as possible. When the door opened, he proceeded straight to us and then reached out in my arms. He will not stop barking or licking my face. As he said, "I will never forget you" he said.

Two weeks ago I grasped my friend's hand, passed through the fluffy white clouds and laughed. We smiled and rotated, the sun was shining and fell into a white, white wet, grayish cool thing that was swelling, and a few seconds later, a sudden green earth appeared under the smile. Have you crossed the clouds? Physically, I feel it is not substantial. Mentally, I feel that I have acquired a sort of jackpot, both existential and philosophically. This is a living cartoon, this is a caveman's dream. This is a short change in temperature and lighting. It rides to you as if you kill you, but welcomes you, you are like a crop cut out by a neutrino

You may be one of them now, but one year later you will not be in San Francisco. It is because the fluffy jacket and the expanding best occupy the highest position in Gulf City. (Reference: Too much fog.) You will have puffs at least once a year. In fact, sometimes you need light puff, sometimes you will find that you need a hat. Sometimes the best is the best choice, is it your "sports" vest or your "outing" vest?