With the first domestic cock crows, Pena could look into the day with a lost look after two or three thoughts any tears greeted the newly released tomorrow.
always found a reason to stop water flow, glucose and protein cinnamon eyes and if a hand was not making it up (in the imagination is always fodder for those who do not fancy stop playing the balls to tear).
But this morning, NOTHING! There was no way the grounds were so worn that even though the neurons did not shine rubbed.
Desperate overflow and no desire to build a retaining wall, ran to the closet of 'the shit that I like' and opened a box at random. Gave off no odor, conceded his gaze to the bottom and NOTHING!
She had more resources, ha! was a professional and I was sure would come out with it.
decided to delve into your favorite muscle (there always is cut). Decisively agreed to the chest, took a look at the atria and ventricles, introduced a finger, two, three ... up the whole fist and NOTHING! The authority's own, with some beats out of time but with a smile from ear to ear.
The thing was getting very sick, tears came to his knees and sprinklers eye seemed to be endless.
Reasons shit quit when they are needed!
In a last attempt to set the number of nostalgia.
Sorry, the number dialed does not exist.
Me cago en tó!
Exhausted dropped to the bottom and left. A drowning in his lies he had three breaths Acceptance
eyes dried as the roe, tears are whimsical but not silly penalty and nobody had the delicacy to explain that if you lose Acceptance round about the reasons to play sadness. He finished the bargain and was abandoned in oblivion.
count the bitter tongues now calling itself the wound closed, palm has been professional and when the occasion merits it starts bulerías.
count the bitter tongues now calling itself the wound closed, palm has been professional and when the occasion merits it starts bulerías.
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