by the end the diners talk´s in smaller´s groups,ever they speak for something or never,since-so ease-
they develop hardly he future´s as the weather.Then the greated Marshall runs nearly Mr Clive just finally
appear with Reina...
-Fine,fine pure...-he exclaimed.
-Ohhh..so yes...-answered ever percived than he needed more fire.
-Mr President...
-So thank´s Reina....
-So...
-Yet?
-This pure...do you know just were´s a child I´¨liked snoop...
(silence...),he tough lower his owns goatte.
I´ snoop in my owns grandfather´s room´s...
-Humm...murmur...giving a puff...
(he don´t look for him...)
