came to me a bit 'because of nostalgia I remembered how to walk. Go back in time and are on the ground, crawl with your feet too long to be comfortable with your knees on the ground, then I try to get up slowly, holding the table. I also strongly on the arms, the force decreases and slowly, swaying as I had not even drained 5 gin & lemon , I am finally standing. Fuck
but where are you?
turn your torso with his neck slightly to the right but no, I do the same thing to the left, this time not too little, in fact sway again but stronger, and then I fall.
Where the hell are you?
repeat the same movements and tries again, I'm almost in tears, not because of ISMERI , or in pain, just not like I've got but I have to do it. Oh heave ... Oh heave ... Even before
halyard, the beads are too rushed back and back, without feeling bad, however, your arms absorb the fall. Even from behind with his hand caress your skin softer than any silk and cashmere of all the artisans in the world, so soft that the same softness ashamed to be nothing in comparison, the stuff of paradise or so . Here
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