sad Christmas ..... your absence is felt and the tears streaming down our faces, the anger for not being able to do anything to keep you here with us ...... 've struggled a lot ... we've tried six remained clinging to life this most disgusting you could ....... but for the most beautiful, you're blown away with your 29 years ..... Andrea Vegliach from there ... Luke waking up .... if he had a brother could not love him more ...... I feel, I see that's missing ...... and forgive him if he can not come to see you at the cemetery treasure .... maybe one day he will make a reason ........ I remember a poem by William Blake ..... EXPECT TO BRING IN THE GARDEN CUT .... Like pale, trembling, death comes, strange hour, unexpected, unforeseen .... how horrible COMPAGNONI HOST THAT YOU BROUGHT TO BED ..... DEATH MAKES ALL THE ANGELS ... CI DA 'THE GOLDEN ALI', where we SHOULDERS SMOOTH AS CLAWS OF CROW .... MONEY VIA, VIA beautiful clothes ... The other kingdom seems better than this .... SO LONG 'does not reveal his other FAUCH incest ... I will not go'...... I PREFER A FEAST OF FRIENDS TO FAMILY GIANT ...... Andrea forgive those who have not had the courage or the shame of being alive after we knocked off the bike ...... forgive you because our soul, that be damned for this, can not do it ........ I can not write ...... a sweet kiss wherever you are ...... love with Serena and Luke .....
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