My name is Ms. Sonia

Hello, do not be tired, dear Jacquier, my name is against the words of others. Let me introduce myself. I am 170 feet tall. I have a stepfather named Sonia. There was a small thing next to me. I was 60 years old. None of this came from God. I came home. So-and-so said that a donkey's crouched down, something has come in your blood, you are still in a phase of coughing, do not say that he thought about it in my head, now I was left with how to sort it, let there be nothing in it. How did you say your sacrifice is good, nothing, Agha Peru, I told you the truth, I love you, and so on, and so on. In short, he accepted anyway, and the next day I was in phase. I will put a hose in his tank soon. I was pale at night and I was looking for an excuse that there was a discussion about getting bread and a new bakery. My uncle quickly became Fardin. At the same time, we used to say that I was very funny, boy. I laughed at him so much. Bad, Mohammad's crazy, he's not here. Let's go. I pulled nothing in his pants car. What are you talking about? My heart was pounding. Once it was empty. I poured my water on my stomach. My eyes lit up. Now you want to hit him in the neck, he did not argue anymore, but itching, fucking, I think someone was working in a cave somewhere. I said to my daughter-in-law, "God forbid, it was a patch. Oh God, what can I do for you?" She said, "I'm miserable.