Sweet gracefully waving locks on your body when stąpałaś the fragrant wood flakes. The first impression was amazing, both pride and fear from the first meeting with you physically owijały between our organisms. The first jump, first impression, the first time. Every day, more words of joy, sadness and anger filled our collective biography. I did not expect that it will happen now, when I looked at the piles placed behind glass shoes, hair, someone's property. Even this did not allow his thoughts to consciousness. Absorbed by wyżerającą you from the center of the ball, gone, leaving only emptiness and memories. Cold rolled, re so small.
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