I would try to declare my love, but then my accountant will cheer. Then declare war on the Kamchatka because the world needs me as a dictator.
I had a love that loved me and I loved her, then one day I left a note that read "Milk is over" stuck in the bathroom mirror. Never saw her again. Later I learned that she was arrested in a supermarket while trying to escape with the money of the case.
And if the law looks far my lawyer is a good ophthalmologist. Chico Marx said, "if you're in trouble call a lawyer, your troubles will increase but at least you have a lawyer."
In all this I find myself playing cards and bluffing are forced to raise indefinitely in the hope that what I face in front of me winning. The only problem with chess is that I rigged the cards come in handy that much.
And in the end returned insomnia. I've missed. The nights were so boring without her that I would end forever to fall asleep. Now I can devote my time to be a zombie eating raw meat and gunpowder, and no time in the bathroom that I do not do fireworks.
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