Yesterday morning, under the duvet, (something that I love, I could stop and live there ...) we did fight. I mean come on, are things that you did it all / and! no? YES!
AH, here ... Anyway, here Pillow, tickling there, I kick in the joyful I gave him a significant knee ... there. What should I do? E 'success, not I did it on purpose, God forbid! Tragedy and reasoned poor. I'm sorry. He even threw up the soul and ok, I anhce felt like shit, but eventually I have to do?! Autofustigarmi? Put on sackcloth for life?
Ok, the past.
In the evening we go out and go see the car (which remains fixed and still parked in the parking staff costs as a flat ...)
I said "I would like to change it. I am going to see ..."
're also going to see and tell me now? Then you're shit.
And I reiterate the point, there is not a dick to pay the wrath of god for a car to stop when staying single month in the garage. Not to mention the cost of parking and how useless, unnecessary car in NYC.
Well, I disagree.
She looks at me and turn around without
says Eileen. You asked me to move house and I said okay, and we will. And I know that I'll fit in there too. You know how it is linked to that apartment.
And I swear, not dwell on this morning, but in many other ways you think you castrate ?
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Uh, but bad temper.
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