I’m standing with my friend today and talking. I’m telling her about my aunt from the subway who wanted to lose my weight with spiders. And she told me about what she filled up and wanted to lose weight for her daughter’s wedding. Good that I got poisoned. It was so bad that I lost a few pounds, now my clothes are talking to me, "says this beautiful (without fools, very cute and cute) woman. I am standing and riding. Because only a woman can enjoy poisoning. At the same time, I remember how I became seriously ill in the winter and lost 8 pounds in a week. And how, wandering, she slipped down the wall to the weights, to look proudly at the number that had decreased considerably.
Girls, we are invincible. Places are impenetrable.