Today my father insisted on bringing all out to eat in a kind of farm - farm, those things that he likes so much. Mind you, the idea of waking up at eight in the morning Sunday - I usually wake up at me ... how to say? At eleven, more or less, if I may - to eat at a place that I know I do not like it do not thrill me much. How
every time it's over with me and ate the cake puffed while the others ate. In addition they had the air conditioner.
Okay, Let's stop moaning and think of doing that meme to me 'great satisfaction.
L is for ...
Lilith.
Baby Lilith, not great. Not even inspires great quarter Instead of the fear that the baby forward on this.
On the one hand, I love spasmodically: This really scared, and we have almost the same taste in men (a is very high, the other is very cute! ) but then it's still evil like few others, e. .. indeed ... indeed ... * Shudders *
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