Sweaters
I no longer love your mouth. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love it. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love the way you hold your pans and pencils. I no longer love it. Your mouth. Your eyes. The way you hold your pens and pencils. I no longer love it. I no longer love it.
Byly komiwojazr Epsztajn znalazl sie w wiezieniu. Uprzejmy dyrektor zakladu karnego pyta wieznia, co woli: kleic torebki, szyc pantofle czy wyrabiac szczotki.
- Wolalbym jezdzic jako akwizytor tych towarow i przyjmowac obstalunki - oswiadcza Epsztajn.
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