The story goes back to last year. His name was Mohammad. From the first day, we became close and we died for each other. He had taken refuge in me. In short, Mohammad was very simple. I fell in love with him at first. He was very upset about what had happened to him. One night, I asked him about what had happened to him. Now do not cry, I wiped her tears and kissed her. I told her to take a shower and go to sleep. I remember that it was winter. My room was always cold. Yehu said, "Let me tell you something, you will not tell anyone." I said, "Yes, I will definitely tell everyone." He said, "I like it. I smiled." I was afraid to throw the bucket into the seaI said badly, maybe he will be upset with me or he wants to get angry. One day when I came back from university, I realized that Mr. Hamoumeh wanted to bother him so that we could laugh. There was no lock in the bathroom. And with another hand, I couldn't stand Kirsh anymore. I took off my clothes. I said, "I'm sorry, I wanted to go out." He took my hand once. He started kissing me. I said, "Let's go out." Let me leave yours, you also told me, who will do it first? Jalqa said, "It's your turn, baby. Wow, it took 2 minutes. Then we went to the bathroom together. We stood there together."We started moving the candy from Fardash, which was closed, whenever our backs helped, we started to tell this story whenever necessary. Maybe we went smuggling together. We applied for asylum in Turkey. I hope you enjoyed it.
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Date: August 17, 2018
