All fucking, I’m putting it on a compass!
So so so
The sight is ruined...
Do you think of columns? HDD
and worse. I live on the 15th floor. A football field under the windows. I smoke in the kitchen. I see a 17-year-old boy standing on the pitch and a ball rolling towards him. Well, I don’t think I see anyone there behind the leaf. And then the guy swings his hand and the ball, unfolding along the parable, moves in the reverse. I am wow. What kind of scooter is this? He did not let go, pulled out the theatre binoculars. I see. It turns out, the guy walks out a small closet, and throws her a stick to bring...
It would be cool if he didn’t throw the stick, but just mocked it! You would know Zen.