Thursday, February 5, 2009
And Almost Absolutely It Is Not A Shame
And almost absolutely it is not a shame to me to elicit at you this favour: there lives in me usual desire to be like a dog at your foot. And pity my fate: to speak about the love words, moreover - in letters instead of you it saw, felt, veins among it. You know, all I can not forget: the hospital costs, all in a bush, went on a path, suddenly a head has lifted, was taken aback - on each branch, on all bushes on a bullfinch. Scarlet - I for some reason cannot look at them, is sick at most in a breast from this and so it is a lot of them. Why me there has resulted? What did this sign mean? Here to plant you, Egorushka, on such diet: in the morning, in the afternoon and not to feed you in the evening, and - to show still-lifes-kartinochki everyone there with tomatoes and fried eggs. Interestingly, through how many days you would realise: * , what I! Forgive you me. For God's sake! "I love you. Well has, of course, got used: you will smile to you, you will mentally give a hand, you will touch a cheek, your neck.
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