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After the announcement of the husband's message arrives.


"Allow the rest" decision. It's her and me too. Even if there is a marriage, the fact is that the same thing is socialism. In the meantime, the information started with the relatives, so that the boy was about to talk about that, as did the first marriage. The whole thing was exactly the same thing was not the same mind. Where where tiredness tastes where Even if I thought good, I would have felt sad even when I tried to be happy. Which of the things do not really understand. And remember yourself this is a turbulent. The situation took place alone and the agreement between me and the same. The deal that is difficult to live alone. And the same happiness, what questions of the exact same kind of desire? The tictolet was completed on the given day.

Hattaputt said, "what happened and me? Nothing has happened. "" What a nightmare. "" The dreams were looking bad. "
On Wednesday morning, he said, "Today you are grateful." "Thank you." "Get ready." "Where are you going?" "Where do you go?" "Go to the St. Cigiligie Ciege."

With so much a faint blossom spread out, the glass of Shisha, which is being carried out in the hand, is spreading into the ground. "Do not go to the end without a CT center?" I called the vowel. He did not answer any questions, looking at the glass of glasses covered with glasses, and began to see me, and some fear of the fear spread the brain's eyes well. After all, I started collecting pieces of Shisha.

As a way to ride a car, I just thought of myself in my own arms that I had to experience. What about happiness and fun? When the driver of the Driver looked at the bottom of the mirror, the shame that the thought of seeing such a scenario would have a lot of water. During my second marriage, many people told me that you are fortunate. Such wealthy maidens would be married. At the same time, I was wandering in the same house of the rich Rajyani man, remembering the same poor Rohan. Rohan, who was listening to the name of CT center in the morning, was coming to me. In the beginning of the first day, Rohan and I came to visit the city center while traveling to Busi, Vedale made him behind the bus and made me ahead. From the back, he had a spoonful, smiling smile, and I was impressed by the pain and his smile. After holding hands on the City Center, we lowered the floor four times in the elevator. After looking for a lot of clothes and looking for a sari, I liked it very much but I did not like it. When the ice cream was collected, the joy and happiness of eating and drinking, the chest was shattered and shook like a shiver. As a result of that eccentricus, I put my hand on my hand and sat on the window.

"Why did Bhai run away from it?" "Nothing," I said. "Oh, how many red eyes do you know? The face is too dirty, crying, what's wrong? "" First, Rohan and I came to visit with the city center. Today she has missed a lot. "Ashu, looking for a treasure, stopped at the end. My husband shouted to me, "Would it be good to talk about something else like this, Rohan?" Just listening to his face and strange eyes.

As a second-looking shopping mall in City Center's city center, a security first suggested to be a Christian. On the north side, the Royal Boom was written on the big board. Why is it ? Quietly we both liked that rama. A beautiful young man who sprouted a potter touched a poison in my hand, saying, "Madam, take it to your luggage last week." I am surprised and denied that post. But that young man showed me evidence that he was near the Sissy camera and was mine. Why was that item Rohan and Rohan when she came with me first? When I was selecting a sari inside, Rohan bought this one for me. The beautiful boy with that gray smile smiled and said, "At that time sir was speaking to you sir, but how did I know that I did not forget it?" At the same time, Aisha was coming out of the eyes of a sudden whisperer who kept her in the middle without hesitation. That poem felt like I saw Rohan's shadow. Ashshale was wet with my throat, lips and neck. I repeatedly kissed the shadow of the same sister with two lips. Stuck in your eyes, lips and throat.

All these things stood by me and my husband looking at the same stems and shouted the same word "Drama."
This city has been able to make arrangements for returning the missing goods to their hands by utilizing the technology. The easy-to-use carpet that I said was "Solution."
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