I have faith that you rediscover the facts of my past when I'll talk about that we will face in future speeches. Saving me the trouble of doing that and you to immerse yourself as a player X to grips with a logbook. If I had to deal with what I've done over the last two days I find myself writing the diary of a nineteenth-century literary someone from the mold. My common sense would dictate the hours I ' use up your ass and put something in the oven to give the party two possibilities:ġ) rebels and therefore I'm hungry, like everyone else used to do, once the bread had to stop the casinoĢ) Process chains of sugar and fat and that just does not decide to limit them I want and this close encounter with the modern ceramic bathrooms. Repeat the same box each time you go to a tea room or restaurant. "No, tell me what you have, let us first." Home also to console the faces sorry for fiction. The same happens to me when I go to lunch, I have an extraordinary ability in ordering what is not there. I wanted to try a cream in a Sandal meganegozio dell'Erbolario of Lodi, but was the only one who was not there. Take and act and ask yourself what you want different from the others. Megamondo of the internet where you can find everything is limited to everything that everyone wants. Why listen to a song that I found on You Tube, so will be an interlude between myself and the time and I can not share it. The bastard will try again and try to confuse me playing dirty. Yes, I slept badly and wake up was even worse.Īre in that state in which the stomach claim to get rid of their ghosts rioters as a plastic bag, forcing me to comment too close to the toilet.Ī push and pull between children because I know very well that there is nothing that can be revealed at this time as well as my bile juices and I prefer to cherish them. Not aware of it and cross the threshold of sleep as beautiful dolls that are moved from one shelf to another. Awakening is the worst part of the day we all face.
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