only a traumatic experience such as that experienced in these last 30 hours he could get me back on this blog.
the pain is shared.
the pain is shared.
yesterday at 14:07 my iPhone took a flight of two meters. the display is completely broken up at 17.00 this afternoon I was a woman without a soul.
27 hours without the iPhone are unrealistic.
I love my distraction with discounted travel undertaken towards the town for repair. 27 hours without the iPhone are unrealistic.
a journey of hope towards cheaters has been difficult and not without trials and challenges we face but what counts is that now my side is back to him.
I asked my gay friend to accompany me and he was presented with his new girlfriend already ... this would make me predict the worst: you can compete with a very nice, for goodness' sake, but frivolous and carefree twenties?
all the way I saw the post (yes, I counted them) well 76 text messages sent by two different cell.
after the visit medical at the Apple store, I caught 2 hours and 45 min of gay shopping.
during the return journey I had to listen to a CD entitled "Papete.
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