Aid! Aid! Aid A thousand times, aid! Nothing the Rose of my exclusive garden understands me seno. I want the petals for me. Necessary. I want. I need myself. Oh, not. I write descontroladamente, nor I know if it is feeling, it unites, feeling has felt? Feeling has measured? Not. Not? Therefore I write to […]
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IT left exactly opposed. He arranged the luggage carefully, placing the door-pictures of the couple to the side of its personal objects. He also took an old yellowish letter already that IT had written in the following night to the first kiss. He could be plus a letter, as as much other writings for other […]
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