I'm very happy, poor little, will be two years with you. Looking at that wall of my room where you wrote, your love for me. Something short but your eyes told me he was at heart, many days together, the two were leaving on time running, walking, playing, kissing, fucking who pass in front, was great ...
PS: I hope soon to finish this mini-history is not easy to create a story and stay on it long enough to finish writing it. advancement For now, it will be a paradox with great tenderness of a sincere love and a tragic awakening.
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