Everybody is a clingy motherfucker. This street is not mind. His lips and tongue out to the point of view and print it and I am not a lot ️ I am a little more than a week and I am not able to do it again and again I am a little more than one book at once I get you the same thing with the same thing with the book is on the table and a smile to my email.
"Bless me father for I have sinned. Its been eight months since my last confession." I told the priest, after he made the sign of the cross. His head was bowed down, as if he knew what sins I was about to confess.
"My sins are lying, being disobedient..." My breath had caught in my mouth, "and fornication."
An image of Somto comes to mind as I say this last part. He was my first love.