I remember precisely that that day I arrived I went to greet people at flea market with a friend about 2 separate people, but the person was walking behind me going forward to obscure some of the selections I iya, I want to get done enough to walk out looking not only of what I bought, I don't know anyone in hand enough to come back again, realizing that people ask me how you shake hands, why I came, I said, I apologize and then do the walk, ning page for eye color in front of it like I do, nothing happens, but it's my disgrace so much enough to me to walk while I was.Unlike friends who have purchased their own cars, in essence, to return home during my way to my humiliation story, friends who come together to hear my friend on payment did not stop. Friends say it's funny in that sale and still have consciousness look aside.
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