It is dark, I stroked her head while walking. What if it encumbers the mishap? In the courtyard of the school a smaller runs to us and starts mocking him PISTACHIO. My son just looks bored and goes on his way. I am a bit short this morning, I stop I fixed the child. Right in his eyes twice I articulate coldly, EU-Stache. UNDERSTAND? The child bullied his head down. I am furious against me against the other one does not understand, who understand nothing.
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