Why did God engineer cruel with me like this. I've had strong standing with their own lamkhaeng very little to mourning, because life there is nothing to worry. I believe that I was to write, come to meet someone. But why God let him come and gone like this. It makes the world seem like a clear maisot of me ever. I don't know, I have to wait, or do I have to cry over how long. Strong focus on เข็ Zhongshan ด่โปรด Mole with the ball and pointing, navigation lighting, with the ball.
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