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Conchal, I was going to comment on this canción.Iba say that I looked beautiful, romanticona, but intimate and beautiful, I like QUAD says "I am willing to be your end and beginning" but, as I have a totally depraved and filthy mind (of which I am proud) that differ in absolute thinking of undress. The devil thought, boy!
was going to comment on the song, I swear to God and all the angels and archangels, but after seeing the video but I do wonder what the hell am I doing here, why I'm not in Colombia, more near from this beauty of man to make it two dimples in her cheeks as ever imagined.
What sin santísimooooooooooo my god, what am I doing here reeds so far from the wonder. What?
Give me a good excuse, right? Good
not: it is an excellent excuse.

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Make trades. Study and be somebody.

Behave.

Educated girls do not speak aloud.

The ladies do not say bad words.

crosses her legs

not elegant run.

Be modest.

Do not you insinuate any man.

Píntate nails. Get a good perfume.

Be discreet intelligent.

Nothing:

Professor, why hide the sexual orientation of Shakespeare?

Professor, what was called the abandoned wife of Darwin?

not play with the pebbles, which seem macho.

not go to a bar.

do not you friends with the prostitutes. Bless you forever Mary Magdalene!

Fulanito is a good match. "And that to me?

Be pure.

Be chaste until marriage, men marry virgins.

And me, fuck! Why?
Take good care of children. Take them
Mac Donalds.
Buy a Happy Meal.
Bautízalos. That
make their first communion.
Smile. Sal
to vote.

Puto world. I tell you, do not tell me you! I have to do

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dawn Questions

After a 5 hour long conversation with my "EX" I woke up wondering a few things:
The first (this is for my deep thought): What was in me was able to attract someone as fake?
The second (for this, the answer is simple: one sees what you see): how was that I did not notice?
Third, (this has plunged me in complete amazement): How is it that I think of all the lies you told me since I met him and and instead of wallowing in anger, I laugh, I laugh and I ríooooo?
And the last, and given the third, will I be normal?