It is our stories that we like a person without knowing it. First met with the thought in mind that he would be arrogant to see. But until he knew more. I know that he was a good student but fun
, so we know each other and become closer. And we do not understand myself like him since. Over consciously broke like a joke, then it is a sad himself. I love it But others think of him every day. As we learn to hate. Then you need to wake up to every day. The latest is a new a hard go. Our detectives learned that he was a thin layer of some profit. I like psychosis And his many subjects. We will not know what to do, where, how, by whom he did not tell or say, but we continue. He is interested
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