He carried a bag full of fruits and walked the streets of Europe. That street again Familiar and unfamiliar. I think that I often ride alone on such roads. Alone. There is no other way. Don’t speak. Without fighting. Then, he returned to the room and started to slowly slice a piece of cheese. He sliced slowly. He Finally, what was said. Before that road appeared. It seemed to say that those were worthwhile. I would not regret it.
Where did the passion originate and disappear.
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