to know before I would take a chainsaw or a flamethrower and I fucking burned anything inherent in the vegetation around me. There must
be the trick, by force of circumstances, you can not ... in short, all this preaching, bla bla bla, Cicic, CoCoCo swept away like that? As if nothing had happened? Well yes there is a part of me lost and suffering but it is lost, it always has been and never seen in all these years, but the rest?
Today I also hunger. No come on, there's the trick.
Or maybe not, no trick, it is normal ... in its small size is all right, everything in proportion. So why am I thinking? Maybe because it's all in due proportion, and then has his reason.
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