Hello, well, this is the first story I want to write. I don't need to write a poem for an hour. I have a prisoner. His name is Esmat. We wanted to be under a chair. My mother, my mother, my mother. He was lying on his back. I deliberately gave him a solution. I saw that his foot did not move. I should start rubbing it with my hand. My hand was rubbing her hips.I took off my shirt and forced it down. Now I had easy access to it. For the first time, I took such a risk. Under the pretext of going to the bathroom, a few minutes later, I came and saw that my eyes could not see. It was dark. Everyone said I was asleep. I threw the Salar supplement outside, I calmed it down, I was shocked by the prisoner of my infallibility. Kaskesh is awake, so let me pull her. She says nothing. I took pity on her. I took her to the sea. A minute later, I saw Pashdoo and he went to the service for fear of tomorrow. I was going crazy. How should I look at him?
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Date: August 26, 2018
