God, including evil (I told you) the reasons for which I guided them to the lake which, in the exuberant cast of the falls. I was shameless in undress and get into the water bubbling. My cheeks were red like the wreath of poppies at the banks. I kept wearing, lush, complete with black lace underwear.
There was a desire in you I detergessi stains and shadows of memories that still bind me to the past. But did not catch.
Night But I only give advice and when I wake up I fully understood what my modesty was wrong, but I still unworthy of me to be a servant.
The imperfect nakedness with which I believed I could have perhaps purify contaminated benevolence m'avete granted as yet. While you remained polite, indeed, have extended to me words that befit a lady. I do not deserve so much and I bow to you laurel, contrite in narrowness of my whole being.
I have also conducted to see the fruits of your hard work: the time of worship, hospitality, and the choir. look carefully at the big pictures on the walls of the room, I was clear then, Lord, as I will have to please you. So then you make my Terga the altar for the features you love officiating. I will not oppose your right.
However, when you made me see the house of tolerance, a sense of loyalty to me has pervaded the soul. I fully grasped all the hard work and much money you have spent for comfort that alcove with delicate and enchanting atmosphere, but let me let you observe, you are missing the whole hand and eye of a woman. Do not ignore my observation.
Date comfortable to take on this chore for me to flourish and those rooms the scents that waft around a vision of pink mouth.
Behold, my Lord, let me call craftsmen and artists to ensure, under my direction, to restore the latrine especially plebeian, encrusted with filth, to make a throne of mosaic tissue, through which to get rid of too many human excrement and thoughts. my Lord, great is your work and effort to take care of everything. Let me in the least responsible for providing nectar to every filth. Ponetemi kneeling to rub Pianca, to lick up mud to make all your glossy surface. The way of purity is not afraid of these humble needs.
There was a desire in you I detergessi stains and shadows of memories that still bind me to the past. But did not catch.
Night But I only give advice and when I wake up I fully understood what my modesty was wrong, but I still unworthy of me to be a servant.
The imperfect nakedness with which I believed I could have perhaps purify contaminated benevolence m'avete granted as yet. While you remained polite, indeed, have extended to me words that befit a lady. I do not deserve so much and I bow to you laurel, contrite in narrowness of my whole being.
I have also conducted to see the fruits of your hard work: the time of worship, hospitality, and the choir. look carefully at the big pictures on the walls of the room, I was clear then, Lord, as I will have to please you. So then you make my Terga the altar for the features you love officiating. I will not oppose your right.
However, when you made me see the house of tolerance, a sense of loyalty to me has pervaded the soul. I fully grasped all the hard work and much money you have spent for comfort that alcove with delicate and enchanting atmosphere, but let me let you observe, you are missing the whole hand and eye of a woman. Do not ignore my observation.
Date comfortable to take on this chore for me to flourish and those rooms the scents that waft around a vision of pink mouth.
Behold, my Lord, let me call craftsmen and artists to ensure, under my direction, to restore the latrine especially plebeian, encrusted with filth, to make a throne of mosaic tissue, through which to get rid of too many human excrement and thoughts. my Lord, great is your work and effort to take care of everything. Let me in the least responsible for providing nectar to every filth. Ponetemi kneeling to rub Pianca, to lick up mud to make all your glossy surface. The way of purity is not afraid of these humble needs.
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