Tarred And Feathered Woman It's Alex, bitch!

In this mine so bitch? I
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And yes ... sometimes life is such spinings brigades things, nuances .... reunions. Let's say this time I cleaned my soul, I reecontre with a point on the Cartesian plane, although at times tried to forget, was forming a line with me. And I'm glad of that. All the while can you read my mind .... always, from the frog .... Now all is well, now I close my cycle, I like 20 and I can continue to build back up, something new but old equipment. Perhaps to many it sounds pointless and falsely cool ... hahaha. But no, I do not care what they think the rest ... I care Mongo just read this and of course, if many pages in my life and my stories were inspired by him. Although yesterday I said a lot, I needed this, write .... and that's when I leave

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to and very quiet, and neither alive nor dead.

Well indeed true charged only encouragement, some encouragement and healthiness
if plugged into the wall with a long cable.

Don Bastida, angry, I called the doctor,
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What you've done to my child? Tell me, please!
's no flesh or bone or a heart.
aluminum foil! A simple alloy,>>

Said the doctor: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;What now my mouth will tell you may seem
undoubtedly a great nerve,
but still I must tell the truth is that
sir, you may not be the father of this child
(perhaps Niña) very, very, very rare.
We still have to put two, three or four probes
in the veins and arteries of the suffering mother, but dad
a microwave oven ....>>



well was sunk Marriage was an eternal dispute and appalling: she could not bear her husband
and had a great hatred for his wife.
never forgave him a concubine
had been dishonorable, in the form of a greasy-
stove.

the boy grew up and became a robot
fine fellow.
Although people are confused and
swears that the boy is a rubbish bin.
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