I'm still my son

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Hello, it's not a sexy story. Please, do not be bored. I could not do it like this, his name was Elham, because of his number, my installment was lazy, playing and friendship, maybe sex, but for six months, coming and going and seeing him was by my side with all this distance, and I missed him, I did not want to rent him, I wanted to buy him forever, I fell in love with him With a thousand misfortunes, I objected to saying that I was an Arab and we were very confused. We were texting on WhatsApp that day. I became very angry, but I could not control it. Give me a photo, I miss her photo, I said give her inspiration for a scary photo, she was an insect and she understood that I meant her own photo with a top and shorts. پیشش و یجای خل Let's go and kiss you, etc. I twisted it, huh, huh, huh, huh, I did not want him to be upset because he was religious, I do not want to hurt your head, our relationship broke down, after a while he said I got married, I broke my heart, but with laughter I said congratulations and laughed at him. I'm full of drunken sweat and cannabis, at least I forgot a lot of bitter memories, and I remember well. I'm still my son and I love writing

Date: May 12, 2020

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