a little light through which to look. But it found that no, that everything I touch goes to hell. And for the record that I'm not a victim. I am. Life does not want me, and I want her not to finish it. Well
other hand, has been a week of good rolls with excabronesquemehicieronlavidaimposible. Am I throw the house through the window, I'm handing pleasant conversations and laughter everywhere unrivaled. Asocial so I've always been ... I do not recognize.
And despite the bad omen that the day had, has turned into laughter with him. I had not felt so comfortable. Because nobody knows me better than him, and no one knows better than me.
And so another week has gone shit.
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