The girl's name is custard apple. She is a friend, I came from a small house because we get our House in the adjacent neighborhood. Yet rarely have children the same age as we played together. Although it is a traditional woman. They jump on the sales of rubber toys, I enjoy to play with her until I began to grow. I started playing the boys that it's sensational? To such an extent that to get into gangs of boys that are beautiful, they admit it foe to submit missing, I tested the ball boy, he saw. A strong man can overcome the enemies of their enemies, and it was beautiful and the children. The neighborhood women ... I'm willing to do that makes me angry, and custard Apple might hate the past, and it is important that I do not have a chance to apologize to her, because a few days later, she moved home to another. In different provinces, and did not see her again.
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