I have no idea on the title, because to me he's not very warm. Like everything else out, I'm more drunk than yesterday, and I for 10 minutes a great move on the lessons of history with even greater lady director. can not comprehend what happened. is not. I know what happened. I know that I can kick a moment, too much alcohol and solve my language and releases the holerne tears! and yet it really is not so important for me. I insist because I like to have hope though, the feeling is something beyond all this, what I have in everyday life. but what I am Aug. Luga, like a sweet 12 year old waiting for the prince. finite as an idiot. surely knew perfectly on what you decide. surely something is, though not necessarily what I wanted to. but this is not what I expected. bubble burst with the beautiful idea about life. is going beautifully. I preferred as I had all these doubts buried somewhere deep, deep in the head, than the surrounding me around and shouting at me "you kretynko. You can not hide, a wonderful sense of humor. studniowka and tomorrow.
and continue to rub their hands to me from crying, he staggers away from alcohol and're trying to forget about yesterday.
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