I didn't understand - what, was it hard to throw my T-shirt into the machine along with my topics?
I just wiped out my stuff!! I am not a laundry for you!! I am a girl born for love!!! You do not appreciate this!!! to
The Ball: Oh how! Okay, let it be so. I, fucking, will not say now that it is me, fucking, paying for the house, the puddle and half of your pieces, and it would not be bad for you to do something in return. For love, so for love. Then tell me, what fucking, in those eight months that we live together, you, fucking, have not even learned how to finish? I, foolishly, put myself out every time as an athlete at the Olympics, and your maximum is to stretch out as a sea star and not give signs of life. What fucking thing, is asked, a girl created for love does not know how to do this love? I’m not even talking about the mine, it’s not yours at all.
She is a goat!! It is foolish!! Go to the village!! I will not give you any more!!!! to
So, shake up all this. Next semester you meet in the community.