Hello friends, this is not a poem and it is true and completely real. I have just started. Well, let's go to the story. My name is Reza. I was with many girls, but ironically, they were all far away from me, because our city did not give birth to its daughters, and they claimed that they were tangaroo. I was abnormally good. I was doing work. It was early in the school year when I met one of the good boys in the class. The boy's name was Omid. My relationship with him was normal. I explained that he had become an insect. He was yelling at me. The teacher was not blind. But I did not do it until I felt sorry for the sea. We were unemployed for XNUMX hours a week. I was doing it there, it was a good thing, but well, when it was over, the schools did not see him anymore, but I did it so much that I did it at least XNUMX times. Everyone thinks that Susul Obi's child does not know. I do not feel sorry for anyone. I do not care about old John. He would not let us until we saw the pot for a year. A few weeks before writing this story, he came to me and said, "Let 's go. Our blood is empty. I had just beaten him. I said no. I saw that it did not taste good, you fell asleep, I leaned on the back of my lap, I looked up, I saw a white hole, a white hole, I said, I threw a tuff, I put it on my head, I passed it thickly to my body, I shouted, I shouted, I said, I can not, I just knocked, I do not have water, I styled it, I saw it for a while, I was not satisfied, I said that I didn't want to go home, I just wanted to knock for XNUMX minutes, it was over, I came home, but I believe that it is easier for a boy to marry than for a girl.
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Date: April 27, 2019
