a fixture in my pocket, a talisman, an object essentially almost useless since the door would not open the left and right for almost anything, Because the last blow outlet. 
My beloved four arrows, companions of endless runs to get out of the tunnel the double row 
My faithful companion smoke of a thousand night, when it's raining outside and you could not just stay. :. ilSOrciOverde.: http://ilsorcioverde.blogspot.com/ 
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