Their tall, blond, beautiful they are.
complete and fulfilled in their lives, rational and insane, but mostly blond.
They claim to be Italian, few believe it, English was the spirit inside them, trapped in lives is too small shake so much to make those beautiful lives, and make nice to be with them. A pair of magnets
left trigger, attract or retract depending on the wind, and together are one.
The wall faces red blonde highlights black on the table, smiles, eyes that smell like home.
The blonde came like a storm, he felt just talk, rumors of selling the information, Imagine, you could only imagine.
But never, NEVER, we might have expected her, so much, but so much that she overwhelms you, you weakens, destroys you.
Only a rubber barrier can protect you from its turbines, and only when you see this hurricane still, in a second, bouncing on the wall of rubber, only then you will see all the beauty that lies behind his green eyes, and will be fully and glad I was able to discover this gem.
Biondo, unique alien absent.
Only occasionally is in full charge, some argue that draws energy from the sun, so, leaving little, is always tired.
the door of my trip was tall, blond, with hooded red was the one who had the answers.
He is so, he answers, it is sometimes too tired to reveal, explain and sometimes take too long to stop ... but he has always. The
Dott.Manhattan of East London.
Only in the red house, at least in the long living room, the beautiful table and chairs that make me company, the smell of being at home.
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