Suddenly, I feel compelled to do something for you to bear my screams every night and look at books and newspapers disconsolate that I leave around the house without worrying too much.
strawberries, flowers and marshmallows, put on something cheerful, you're so good to me when I decide to celebrate, when you feel most close. There are. And now imagine my house, the walls pink and yellow sofas, a lady about 40 and hazel eyes, seems to fuck my sister. Imagine rock'n'roll
efforts everywhere now that I prepare omelet and Janis Joplin me and broke the balls schiarisciti fucking voice or CD changer, and this time even I change it now ... still rock the casbah trip.
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