Why did not I want to go?

But it may not be in the middle of this bridge in the city has been quieter and makes you want to take the time to blow all access, disable all bypasses, and stay a good season as well, without jamming noise without population excesses reducing pollution, streamlining works across outside to outside the city in fifteen minutes, meeting table in every restaurant and bar where a section anchor in all bars.

And that I have recovered the drugs, but they win. Sometimes. But leave intact the airport runways, plus I owe you a bottle of wine. Of course I'll go.

Or at least part of it, exactly the proportion of soul corresponding to the range of from 1 August to 13 November this year. These things happen sometimes, but only when it happens to others appear normal, when your turn it amazing, humbling, well .. an outrage! 

(I asked a buddy if I looked good because he knows my dramas losses that unexpectedly appear a month later. But no, this time I have broken my head looking for) 

I have looked in the car between the bootlegs that are piled in the glove without added the listen and rackets confused trunk between a couple of coats, under the seats where there was a red licorice and door openings where they are left maps marked with circles pens. Not to mention at home, I lit corners that never knew existed, searches for boxes scruffy shoes that kept movie tickets and concert and yellow letters at the bottom of each cabinet where they will drop the ties that do not use and behind each pad where some change always appears in the container of laundry never clears the bottom and inside of the washing machine to get a sock, including spice jars that are still open and the cans I accompany you until I die, I have stirred the curtains low centennial and dust removing all the chairs up making a pile with them.