After two years of one day, stay in the city's work, careless of the phone to fall on the bus. Kind passengers pick up to, to the driver, the driver after work, to the communication on the first recorded name dial the telephone, "feed, what you are," the angel's '?" I think today of I unusual. After the big mirror, I see the mirror-her black hair volumes, clothes charmingly, like her mouth labial colour. She is wearing a do not grow not short skirt and a pair of small white leather shoes. I have to tell the truth, such grand dress or life first.
I took the little satchel sat in the park on the lawn. With the mood was waiting for.
She was expecting that ice, etc that called her "angel maria," people.
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