Villaco
And once again sounded our door trying to persuade them deliver coins in exchange for a song or appreciation.
seems an assault on the pocket from the emotional song. Which is not true, then quickly jumps one of my brothers and throw a few coins out the window and screams did not allow any of those "mercenaries holidays" approach to the currency or close to it extends no more than 10 meters from them.
never understood that my house was not celebrated the holiday, celebrated the other night we were going to bed early, and my parents sat at the table looking at each other as if waiting for someone with a sorry face .
And one more day that passes, another day is coming. Cries over the house, one more thought that throng.
Snow falls in these parts, but let us use pine trees strange smell throughout the house and clothing. It is the only element that we, as small as we take that tradition one of my brothers was crying to see no armchair with the right wing of the house.
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- Xtopher
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