Moore, United States
I have a mirror at home. It is located behind the sliding wall of the elevator. Third Monday of the third month. The day he broke up with me. Our team is right in front of you.
I was sitting on a chair and my mother was standing behind me holding a knife. The roots fall to the ground with red spots.
Then I tucked my hair behind my face. I see him as a relaxed and confident Mexican. Master the art of self-destruction. I can't tell about myself.
If you are not interested, your curiosity will be piqued. A lot can happen to your face in three months. He imagined a big face, big round eyes and a long, thin nose. She still looks like a little girl, but she's not a 16-month-old There are also groups without birthdays. It must be very smart.
"Here," she tried to insist. Her eyes in the mirror caught my attention. It was late when we left, but instead of saying hello, he accepted our offer with a smile. His eyes filled with tears. Why don't you recognize me?
"So today is the day," he said.
- Yes, I am answering.
- You are scared.
I looked into his eyes. Today we will consider one of these five groups. Which political party to choose in tomorrow's election? I tried to isolate myself from my family.
"I'm not saying. The evidence shouldn't change our decision."
"I was here." - Let's get breakfast. She laughed.
- Thank you. hair cut
She kissed me on the cheek and pressed her board in front of the mirror. I think my mother will be very beautiful in another world. Her white body under the black skirt. He is tall and has piercing eyes. As I combed her hair at night, I felt the wind blow from behind her shoulders. But beauty should include many things.
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