Last night I weighed hell. Many stories can sink to the core, let naked to the core. Hell is a rational animal fat to fry you better. Someone who hugs you and you fall asleep sleep ordering the fuck up. Or someone on fire, spontaneous combustion, because they dream that the woman (because it's not something else) sleeping next to her is dead, inert, rigid, kaput, , when months ago he died.
I know the theory, I explain. Is that I can, "he pointed out the temple, the grove of waves, such as describing the logging of ideas. Explained below c ó mo lobotomÃay I have practiced how to eject an anesthetic with blows.
"And I just hit" add.
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