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The eighth God day after as much working to release tensions soon already to review said everything is is hour very well to rest and it went away to give a stroll by the sidereal space
who was going away to imagine that the same God when returning was going to find it everything in a infernal disorder and that was going away to turn an unemployed one more of the rate than annually it is growing without stopping
since then there are some who have seen it single in the streets journey walks hoping patient by somebody with that at least calm can talk
meanwhile this world turns and turns without being able to stop it and here down a few they handle to us like chess cards I am not the idiot class who lets itself convince but I say the truth and until a blind person she can see it
if it is necessary of occupation or of excessive God solitude it did not resist more and clinton left to another place would be our perdición would not be another remedy more than to adore to michael jackson to bill or to they tarzan
it is more difficult to be king without crown that one more a person more normal poor man of God that does not leave in magazines that are not model nor artist or real family
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meanwhile this world turns and turns without being able to stop it and here down a few they handle to us like chess cards I am not the idiot class who lets itself convince but I say the truth and until a blind person she can