think. after my daring escape, while struggling to leave almost stumbled on the hand-me-still remained a small cut did not call. you know, it will seem unimportant, but yesterday I thought before falling asleep that night, when you read them yourself dubber of your departure from the scene. I do not remember the text, was in third person but beyond that I do not remember, was in third person and in this contemporary, right. but what impressed me is you, standing, I read the paper and I seemed to know those players on the lectern in the church? I also like I did, anyway. that even his grandmother pulled the jacket that went to the priest pleading to let me read that Sunday. we call the liturgy, but no better dish. parabola. even if they learn. haha. that's the word I was missing. parabola.
in the picture are the thanks.
even though I arrived, even though I no longer have to leave, are in a hurry lostesso. will be a tic at this point. a kiss is a must.
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