Here they write that they eat, get fat, and their husbands then leave. And they must love as they are, even if the beemot has hit by weight. If you don’t like it, cast it.
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Here, I look out on the street on blushed, bald men over 30, in trends, in sandals on lenient black socks, and I think - how bitter they must be, poor begemoths, abandoned by wives for their corrupt appearance... and right the heart is shed blood. Although pick up all, wash, plant on the diet to adjust for good people.