How many You got hurt, my little sorcetto now gone ...
began with little things, scratches here and there, innocent rubbed by car. Then a crazy
you kicked the door, and do not you glad epil a mirror. Nothing serious, a fool wanders L'Aquila. Put like that just seems, it also seems a good result.
One night heavy offense, or rather two. Before You got hit hard, then fled. They took advantage of your not even have to close their eyes. And you have also offended the noble species of which wishes to join. I just hope that the next time I camped right, realize that certain benefits are also implied certain responsibilities. How not to run away leaving the other pieces, for example.
The next day, you offend people more informed about the facts, can and clothing for those who would be responsible to protect themselves. Years of detective TV series can not save us: a car that you model, color and two-digit plate is not traceable. In the face of CSI.
Spend some time, I get used to your walking crooked, your myopia, and all those other little obsessions, like not want me to pick up from time to time. It certainly was not worried when the phone rang. You were at home sleeping.
Seh, right ... Distant, cold and wet at all rusty, and with a new phantasmagoric blow. I did not know whether to laugh or cry, and clearly displayed in doubt me while my brother beat her with every move of Chunli StreetFighter.
Here's another, another who did not understand your value. Too bad it was the next to last in a long line: we still have to nock the prince of evil, with the sacred power given to him by four-wheel from the fatal sentence. Death.
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