Who's that girl? 
Let's face it. Just a couple glasses of white, a green pullovers, a first sun and a lollipop flavor smoothie with berries to appropriate the spirit of LA cheeky girl (do not know if you've ever browsed the magazines that show pictures of random people pecking around randomly semrpe dressed weird with a super background to tell and always tastes too hip here in LA those are always cheeky, as if the problems facing the world did not arrive in LA), too bad we were in Biella and the ocean even to pay . This last week, which then decided the time to worsen and not improve more (including today). The sky of cast iron is still too heavy to bear. And then the cast disperses heat much faster than the ceramic. For this is also bitterly cold. I started to write crap, sorry for the French because I would like to avoid checking the exit poll every two nanoseconds. As if we change something. Go to the polls knowing that you lose very chic gives an aura, is hit by a quixotic of the past. The climate in general comforts me: hundreds of disillusioned men from many different sides. I can not even arguing over policy in the bar. People exchange mutual resignation with a sad smile. On the other hand the recent outings have seen to it that yours truly managed to create a rough mental map of the highways near my house. Yes, because I have a big problem acon directions to take the highway. There are always too few signs to my taste, the kind that I wish that my destination was widely reported to release all that I do not know if we are bound to one hundred kilometers later there is also this other city that I do not know locate. And who will Gravellona Toce?
Let's face it. Just a couple glasses of white, a green pullovers, a first sun and a lollipop flavor smoothie with berries to appropriate the spirit of LA cheeky girl (do not know if you've ever browsed the magazines that show pictures of random people pecking around randomly semrpe dressed weird with a super background to tell and always tastes too hip here in LA those are always cheeky, as if the problems facing the world did not arrive in LA), too bad we were in Biella and the ocean even to pay . This last week, which then decided the time to worsen and not improve more (including today). The sky of cast iron is still too heavy to bear. And then the cast disperses heat much faster than the ceramic. For this is also bitterly cold. I started to write crap, sorry for the French because I would like to avoid checking the exit poll every two nanoseconds. As if we change something. Go to the polls knowing that you lose very chic gives an aura, is hit by a quixotic of the past. The climate in general comforts me: hundreds of disillusioned men from many different sides. I can not even arguing over policy in the bar. People exchange mutual resignation with a sad smile. On the other hand the recent outings have seen to it that yours truly managed to create a rough mental map of the highways near my house. Yes, because I have a big problem acon directions to take the highway. There are always too few signs to my taste, the kind that I wish that my destination was widely reported to release all that I do not know if we are bound to one hundred kilometers later there is also this other city that I do not know locate. And who will Gravellona Toce? 
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