with niebieskożółtego thread, with another plan, also with many other things too. But there is a great thing imbirowogruszkowe and I hope that tomorrow will remain the same as in dzisiejszowieczornej version. In addition, there is something else, I do not know what will come out. Formed. Dries.
Anyway, I can not imagine tomorrow, especially as it's been thirty days, as for my body is a sign of decay back to the visual effects and welfare activities planned that are likely to go to fuck. I know he definitely did not want to go there in the evening. Father is ridiculous with their limitations. No thanks, I do not drink I'll be back before midnight. Konrad And I can only apologize, I'm a coward, I know.
And after the night before it hurts my heart, I'm still angry, pierces me paralyzed. I can not look at the kebab, I can not look at it, I can not look at this house or any of the few furniture and objects in it. I want to get away, but I see opportunity. Missing this opportunity at the right time which is always waiting. And that never comes.
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