Here is the useful post!
had been away for a while, all taken from high society parties, "shampagn" that flows in rivers, in uips ognidddove, stalwart ... Okke big man, the tears.
I have a cold. But not any cold, but cold.
sign that I, in life, I do not ever want to miss anything (sorry, I would like) the best. Only the best of what I really do not never arrive, while better than what I would not always get the onion ... oh God, but I'm saying? Scattered
Home tissues such as small pieces of bread crumbs of Hansel & Gretel, not sleeping at night because of the guilt for all the uprooted trees to collect my Mocciola.
The parable of the differences of life: some guests, host, hosting wonderful words written by the most famous writers of the world, the other host of a poor Mocciola affected.
Well, if you're thinking that other trees should be worse, I even thought I've got. They, however, devote a special quibble, you will agree with me on the delicacy of the topic. I
Elisiaca started to listen to.
Never mind that you do not you care. For me it's an important thing! Lately my ears, for whatever weird voodoo ritual, the despised, tried another, other emotions, other melodies, ohh word. More.
Now I miss her, I missed a stroke as one does with his poodle Cidda, open them (now I should say "smell the paper," but I do not feel a ficus benjamin), and dream. As I have always done.
Thursday I'm going to hear Patrick Laquidara. I will be a huge sneeze on "Balance is a miracle," everyone will run, and I'll show all the teeth, even those at the end of the trial.
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