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Andrew98b

Location: United States

Gender: M

Member Since: May 2018

Last online: December 2018

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You can not say their home very nice, but how big. A small house, with a wooden roof, two or three trees and a rose. Ron finishing on food, is working on the job. Which job?. Reading naturally. Ron loved reading, he was proficient. It finishes reading, it is transported to the only green park of its village. At six o'clock in the afternoon, just all the children of his age gather and play football. Strange even the English are not that consistent. Of course Ron gets the ball that Ermioni's aunt gave him once. It was November 10, 1953 where he saw her for the first time. Sitting on the old bench in the park made of iron, overwhelmed by rain, and his feet torn, boring as if he had so much pain, but in essence it's just pieces of iron waiting for somebody to rest him. It was like this, Emma. Brown hair like chocolate, blue eyes that hypnotize you and a lovely skin that freezes them all. It's been years. It was September 6, 1956, when Ron was his last year in high school. But for her mother she would always be her baby because she is her only child. Ron is an interesting guy. I think we fit in some way, I do not know why we share points. I like writing and writing history and archeology. If we knew him closely, we'd definitely be friends.

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