you were gone before lunch and I had to eat alone at Christmas. But your voice was at fault for the bad weather spent, on the other despite another contempt.
I know, I know you think only the tone of your voice, your look and the cadence of your steps.
I love you, and as he sometimes does not treat you well, and also try to improve it. I think I am slowly going to treat you with more love, more patience ... but we spend little time together
I'm always so busy and I have so little to say you're interested ...
are so different in form and so similar at the bottom ...
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