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1、<p>Golf Story was easily among the most acclaimed games of 2017. Now, we've learned that a sequel named Sports Story is headed to Nintendo Switch next year. The announcement arrived during today's Nintendo Indie World show. </p><p>Visually, it looks very similar to its predecessor, though you won't just be playing golf in the sequel, no sir. It looks like you'll have the chance to play some baseball and tennis, expanding on the first game's action in some neat ways. </p>
3、"I didn't understand him, and then he explained--though I didn't understand THAT much better. He said he had a gift--or a curse. Them was his words, Mistress Blythe--a gift or a curse. He didn't know which it was. He said a great-great-grandmother of his had had it, and they burned her for a witch on account of it. He said queer spells--trances, I think was the name he give 'em--come over him now and again. Are there such things, Doctor?"<p>If you've ever dreamed about owning your own cat cafe then perhaps Furistas Cat Cafe is the puurfect game for you. Made by the New Zealand based studio Runaway Play, the game is out today on iOS and Android for free.</p><p>The game has you adopt various breeds of cats that stay in your cafe. You pair them with your guests, they relax, play and might grab a coffee while they're at it. You decorate the interior with homely carpets, couches and plants, making exactly the cat café you want.</p><p>There is even a chance to get your own cat in the game, yes, you read that correctly. On the Furistas Cat Cafe site, you can upload a picture and a description of your cat. It will go up against someone else's cat and if it gets enough votes then within 48 hours your kitty will be in the game to adopt.</p>
2、"Have I lost my friend?" said Anne with a sigh. "If the operation is successful and Dick Moore finds himself again Leslie will retreat into some remote fastness of her soul where none of us can ever find her."
3、"Have you made up your mind who you're going to have to the wedding, Anne?" asked Mrs. Rachel Lynde, as she hemstitched table napkins industriously. "It's time your invitations were sent, even if they are to be only informal ones."