A Frenchman would say "Mignonne." I, who was born with her hair in raw spaghetti, I remain astonished to see svirgoli of hair that make it impossible to divert attention from a look-clear black-fringed lamps.
It 's amazing what unfolds from the head. Thin strands that plunge down, go back (!) S'inanellano, turning ... each on its own and with her why. I have in front of the sister of Medusa good, no doubt. But certainly with a better fate of his sister major: any Perseus would never occur to behead, is much more likely for him to lose ciribiriciaccola at first glance. Why Gorgoncina, here's the lovely look of a naughty list ... with atomic piles. If you live in a cartoon, it would be constantly surrounded by dynamic lines, laying down the movement of figures fixed. It always seems just arrived or are about to leave. The time lost, inaction, put forward. I do not know if she likes, but can not help it. Ride
well despite a bruised knee that needs them badly. To come here strictly on foot, took a wrong turn and measured the sidewalks. If one has the dynamic lines, sometimes it happens. It 'still riuscita a tornare a casa, medicarsi, cambiarsi il collant distrutto e arrivare solo cinque minuti dopo l'orario previsto.
Ed è compita. Mi ha telefonato per dirmi che la disavventura appena occorsa, l'avrebbe fatta ritardare, srotolando la notizia senza neanche una punta di panico. Non ho avuto il coraggio di dirle che io, nonostante fossi intoppo-esente, a causa della mia cronica fede nel trasporto pubblico ero più in ritardo di lei, e già saltellavo da un piede all'altro per la frustrazione...
Mi è piaciuta, questa ventenne che ha un mare di pensieri interessanti sotto i riccioli e una sana dose di ironia. L'ho vista giocherellare con raffinata crudeltà con uno di quegli stupidi that sometimes come out of nowhere on Facebook and I never understand when it's time to retire in good order. I hate that classics like flies against a window, continue to give foremen monstrous, huge uttering nonsense, and inevitably end up running out in defiance of a fox, not coming to the grape, the green states. We all know the kind, right? Well, our elegant young tiger he dribbled a bit, 'and then it took a bite. Spitting out the bones.
I wonder if you would take? Maybe part-time.
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