are literally ice, rather than August 14 looks like a December day ... I love the winter .. but you're cold today (my fault) and I would rather run to you and spend the last moments of vacation next to you
I find it hard to write ... my feet do not feel hardly hurt a bit & rsquo ; random as you are alive my ills
I love
And every time something goes wrong and I love you we do not understand
I love you ...
Good night love, hoping that my thoughts will come to be able to crouch and particular to you once again
Sorry ...
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