I go home for lunch and see my friend meet me. I rose out of the balcony like a Loch Ness monster from the lake and looked at me as a whirlwind, as a whirlwind. I get up, and at home ISIL is full, walking from corner to corner, looking at me like a fascist in a monocle, and herself is silent and turns away from me.
“Hello,” I said, “paint your ass...what happened? Why do you run like Charlie Chaplin?
He is silent, does not respond. I walked for ten minutes, and then I couldn’t stand it, whispering the syrene:
Who are you driving with? What kind of king are you driving?! to
I am in a stall...
What shit do you say, what shit do you do?
In short, it turns out, a kind of “goodwill” called her and that she scanned me in the city with some young woman in the front seat. Talking, driving, laughing, loving all the things.
I’m in a stumbling state, in my head, I don’t understand anything. Panopticum some... From the morning at work, then left, things someone did... Then she took her daughter from school to dance.
I didn’t even drive... Stop to!! to

So my daughter grew up...

by robertyumen