The boy who didn't tell me his name, didn't say what color he liked and which poem he knew by heart. He had ten fingers and began counting from them. At first everything was twosome. Mother and father were twosome. Night and day were twosome. He like ...
The boy who didn't tell me his name, didn't say what color he liked and which poem he knew by heart. He had ten fingers and began counting from them. At first everything was twosome. Mother and father were twosome. Night and day were twosome. He liked everybody and kissed everybody twice...
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