O N H I A T U S . . . S Í
Well watching this video I have mixed feelings (?)... I know ... I'm abnormal, better OS ; to ignore this. walked the deserted streets of a village either, was the 27th of July. -it is almost the day ... "he whispered into the air, it was strange, you should be happy. But justI could not. Strange. had started their march from late morning and have not stopped, not sabíaa where he was and did not care. went up steep hills, which had the fresh morning dew and a shiny coat to reach other topped with icing of the falling snow times or some hail. His hands in his pockets, did not bring much fríoy gloves. I look to the sky, all covered by insurance fog would disperse later. was so different, and seldom visited places. Different The sound of hooves hitting the earthen floor of the village called her attention, but does not flinch, does not turn, does nothing. CHT This cold will not only freeze the body not know how much time is spent looking at them, only awakens when he hears barking about dogs, the rain stopped, turning his face something men are hanging from the ceilings. Once we do that, both say one. -huj- p'unchaykama A handshake and go to work every one to his farm. HTMLXC now wears a cheerful smile, arms leads to a baby, who despite being something red with fever sonríey small makes guttural sounds that denote happiness. Returns to his brother and look at the toss of the flag. Michael opens his eyes, sings with passion, is denoted in his voice. Hermoso. More darker and stronger, the smaller the dazed look, the other is smalllisten and are encouraged to her. After all a strong throw. And the applause burst followed laughter. hurts. -clear- almost laughed the president- after all, we brothers. The warmth invades his chest. A sincere smile forms on his lips. There is still a long road ahead, a hard, hard road to become better. Hailly!: a kind of living!
And ... and I was resigned to doing nothing for 28 but ... as I am the evil personified is mand something happened in the last minute to hear this, I wrote it in the morning, as usual do not expect much ...
will not read it seriously.
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