Then one day than he read my favourite uncle..weres plenty but ever see my mother then as the timelife ever in silence..howewer when runsaway...then they got the novel in the way than sure-and weres an opinion-
he handly to runs up..in the way than one year later he die of Cancer..in the way than ever turn´s the things than runsaway...then so yes than for nothing turn´s the novel..? so why?. And how handly with theres...?.
In does ages I´was a friend so fantastic in the way than knowed a lot of literature..he said all the day than weres too mountaina magazine..for never runs in does way and then ever runs him the novel they never return´s..in the way than everytime running to does city call me one or two times...
Suddenly the other day I´get´s the phone and weres him in the way than asked :
-You.ve have the novel..?
-No so not in dirty...
-So why ?.-
- nothing..- in the way than so independent and ever the censure my life could be so fine with my friends my
people my own enviroment and whenever policy and only to be afraid...then was a hell in the way than
they eats liked elephant´s..
