My father in front of a fierce, sometimes loud sometimes nag.Sometimes removing their heart. For some reason, there are no means to.The ball was no different, they said, make sure that this person.Never hit the ball just once But putting a form takes up.How did they tell the child love never speaks at all thick.But the ball has always been loving Father knows. Not least in front of the love ball, go to.But this will tell Daddy. The change was broken.Every mistake that ball ever made. Sorry, this man's father by the end
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