"I wonder 'cause I'm so'. Maybe I fell too many times by small chair! "
" Do not tell me you do not know how many times I fell from the tricycle in the driveway .. damn step .. "Damn
step and that damn gate
In age 'is not known, beautiful child moved in its backyard with the his bike latest model. I like to think of her mother's silk dress that looks a soap opera, right in the living room decorated in Art Nouveau style. Meanwhile, he shoots in the yard full of gravel, with bloodhounds behind a herd of English. Perhaps he was dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy.
I like to think so '. Then all of a sudden puts a little hole in the wheel and scatafascia against the gate of his little house. Ah yes'. Tumbling falls and hits a crazy craniates against the step of the iron gate of the house tuuuttta Nouveau. The gate tuuuttto Nouveau. Suddenly tuuutttto his brain is still growing, suffers a trauma. Mixes naturally tuuuuutttttto. He gets up and want to cry, but not crying. Beat a dog slopes. The father smiles from the veranda. The mother raises the volume of soap opera. The child begins to teach the dogs to the murder of his brother.
the point.
Every time that comes close to a magnet but 'it seems that things will improve, opens his eyes and smiled joyfully. I think a piece of the gate is stuck in the skull during the blow. Or maybe somewhere else.
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