When You're fine, if not more important than your brother, overnight, carrying a kitten in the house (a pest called Pico) ...
When you're right, it is no longer important if you are good or bad picture ... You do not care anymore.
Sunday, at 8 am, the house was suddenly silent. Do not you realize how full the atmosphere until you stay there on the yellow bedspread, for sentinel 80s music on the Swiss network, knowing that on that bed, on those dirty dishes, the chair near the fireplace you laughed and sighed . But this romance
bore you to death, and then tell you that traveling by car after I listened to ska in the meantime, my stomach while writhing under the pangs of this despicable cough. But I'm still well.
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