Evenings are so we say that they leave you with a bitter taste that make you think, write, think and maybe I always say why? But just a word from the wise old man, a rereading of some writing to say but what do you care but the disgust remains inside of you people who always believe that you are not able to be important to them. That subtle feeling of being made fun of by people who are not your people, who does not believe in the values \u200b\u200bthat you believe you, that tells you you but then you always prefer altri.Mai union membership is perhaps the right word. It is not a matter of friendship, here I am talking about ragazze.E 'sad to see what I saw tonight, has a bad effect because it hits you in because I repeat for them to understand that you're just talking and aria.Per more than one for a long time, a long tempo.Quelle you say could be interesting but not one that becomes available, someone other than that maybe you would be well for them elsewhere aspettarti.Ripeto things I succedono.Questa not my people.
Luckily which counts only the FCInternazionale.
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