When I was about 9 years old, naughty child, I much I love being a mother to complain. I'm naughty I ran into the hospital until the fall. Keep the knee and my face is sore wounds, abrasions, lacerations, I cry because I'm very. My page won't have a scar after the date I think I did not dare to be naughty. Today, the protests would see the old story, it's a good payment!
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