| I am obese, herbivore trolls, I am 113 years and live on Bald Mountain in the yellow tulips. Jump to school on one leg in a pink galoshes in the flowers, crashes into a tree, singing songs and like strawberry jam. I have red hair, asymmetrical sleeves and six fingers on each hand. I write stories goat pen, better angels of salt mass, paint fingernails green and neck rag dolls. Reared kangaroos, and in winter I catch butterflies on the line and prepared their salads. I love immensely,Irving and King. I spend a lovely evening of passionate history textbook, and drinking tea on the death of raspberry juice. I love to write incomprehensible, incorrect language sentences, discuss about anything stand in the rain under the gutter and hunted bison. In his spare time, which indeed I have nothing to jump across rooftops and play with the neighbors' children in the "rat". Sometimes I am sitting in a tree and smile at the radishes. And anyway, I call on Ewelajna and I do not like tomato soup with rice. |
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nothing more, just a lie.
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