I did not want to be Connie

I am a scholar and I am 22 years old. I lived in a neighborhood that was very cultured. Whatever it was, there were no two people. They used to hit one of the subject's brains. After finishing the work, I used the good we used to take Abruto. I went to the main point. When we went to that damn neighborhood, I was 8 or 9 years old. As I was crossing the alley, one of the children who was playing football called Saddam and said, "Come and play with me. I wanted to go, but I said no, thank you. Dad, come to this place. And I did not touch him, especially with that cowardly consent of the same one that Saddam struck, so after a few days I became very close with this Reza because they were our closest neighbors. I opened it too, we were throwing cumin at each other and we were joking with each other until one day later, Ali told me to come and have pants together. I did not accept at first, after a lot of insistence, I was satisfied. He satisfied me. My mother was going to a sewing class. She was supposed to remember our blood and kill me. It was tomorrow and she was a coward. I opened the door and opened it. He was 4 years older than me. That day did not sink too far, so I was upset. I'm going to bleed with them. I went to the door. I knocked on the door. I went upstairs to his room. I slowly pulled down my pants and got ready to go to sleep. My tongue was tied, I said nothing, he said, Reza, finish your card so that we can do the same. I kept myself from hurting, but now I dare Connie, I gave her a lot of insults, but what should I do? She swallowed it in a way that I still remember the pain. I started to eat in pain on one side, I was in pain on the other side, I was in pain on one side, Reza's work was over, Hamid's mother made a mistake, she was brutally sinking behind me, when they finished their work, I took off my shirt and went back tomorrow, all the local children Hamid became addicted and one night his body was found in a garden. But I poured poison on myself, I took it to Reza's sister, and I took his reputation to the place. If you want me to write Reza's sister's story for you, send me a private message.