My mother had a white-white, furry, furry cat. My mother was small. My mom loved to play with the cat.
One day she took the henna, holding the poor man’s arms and feet, and painted him. She was helped by her sister, who was 14 at the time. It was literally five minutes.
Someone is white. And henna was so good, insisting, Iranian. Previously sold in bricks. The thing.
Hana was well fitted with the wool.
The cat became nuclear-red. Just shrugged the eyes.
My mother was often sick. One day a doctor came.
I saw the cat, and he swallowed. As a result, he fucked a bark at the corner of the shelf hanging on the wall. and bloodshed.
I called the doctor for him. hddd