Of my eyes tears reigned, when I read the announcement of the deceased’s' mass. The prayer, memory of mother's eternal love for his baby that lived some months. "My son, 21 years are passed, but actually it is as if it had happened yesterday. My love, words, would be immense necessary newspapers to express, as big it is my suffering. A thing I say, and I will always say: he hurts, it hurts, it hurts, as it hurts, my God. Rest in my peace baby, and that you are well very approximated of ours Mr. Jesus Christ."
The truck loses control. In the main rail two containers they are unbalance, they walk border out and they rest at dock dries where three vehicles receive death penalty without appeal to tribunal by arbitration. The populace with the very awake hunger thanks God for the draft of the day.
The money of the petroleum is the Terror of the French Revolution. A lot of money, many democrats, and many adventurers to give a help. A very rich nation with many poor, with few very rich.
The propaganda without conviction walks her for the neighbourhoods in the ineffective retentive memory of to clear to the confused electric’s beaters for they tie not threads, because they cause many fires and human carbonizations. Many electric’s cables, guaranteed fires. At night, in the clumsy alcoholic torpor, it happens who supplies generator with candle of lit wax, and it is with the candle in the hand. The democracy is as an electric’s installation, he should have good circuit breakers.
A recurrent criminal of the cellular phones didn't get tired of the prison. The conniving mother favoured it, she paid to see him out of the grating. Mom got tired and he didn't loosen him. An uncle it removed him of the grating. He arrived home much depreciated, and he asked the mother: "because you didn't remove me of the prison?” and he gave him a mercy shot.
Even in the corpses there is cynicism, in this kingdom they are transported as vulgar merchandise.
Six graces came out in rush of the church. As an angel, the voices infantile stimulated the alarmed occasional walking. To full little lungs they rehearsed the spiritual black of the stealing.
- It catches! Catch!
It was a thief, fake believer, that uncultured it disturbed the cult. Sacrilegious, it stole the cellular phone of the priest officiant. The now fearless they rioted bowing the thumbs. The unpopular tried to redo of the Eucharistic accidents, but not of the one of course. He was already to eat the bread that the devil kneaded. It is worth him of tears was incomplete. Fiscal government they attempted him in the sack of the backs and in the wallet, and they disappeared. His soul fled him. A Baden-Powell it arrived, it ordered to their scouts that they carried him to the church. He survived of the extreme unction.
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