When we get old, "My Old Man ', we tell our wars and we then say, "if" we knew we were manipulated, or that the lips of girls do not all taste the strawberries Tagada ... Au'C death, Lefort! these sweet first kisses and first organized deception! I remember the "ugh" disgusted with my first love, like "come on!" Minister of initiating me to find myself alone with my responsibilities. We travel less and less with age, my friend, just because our suitcases of memories are increasingly heavy.
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