When the fireworks burst in the sky, they seem to defy the storm. The barrels that they would scold the lightning. What stupid claim. Beyond the hype, the dche awe comes from the depths of a summer storm is not comparable to other power except the unnatural silence on the day of the apocalypse. In wheat, growing a beard and check heat up the corridors along which s'apposta. At his feet is growing clover. The fortune is to find a four leaf clover in an attempt not to lose sight of it among others and walk after lunch or snack. It must happen by chance, so while you do not notice nearly six sovrapensiero. And you're almost upon him, for a moment, not pests. Then you're lucky. But look, it makes no sense. if you try something with your whole self, when you find it has not even luck. Nor ass. Let the ass You just have to find the route! So I ask myself, but people like me, they think that the only four-leaf clover, which has reason to consider them? We are not children of Fortune. Of Fate, Chaos as well, but no luck. And looking desperately for a four-leaf clover, the abnormal area, I care relatively. I do not want a single clover. I want a single clover. I want to be so lucky as to find a clover from thousands of clovers at the foot of the grain that leads AFA can be distinguished by its being in the middle of the clover clovers! I know I know that seems to express just bullshit. The times I electrify and this series of daily storms certainly produced a considerable amount of electricity to my nervous system enough to blow up the holding. Not to mention that Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince will be out in days are numbered! But here it is another conclusion. My four-leaf clover will have three leaves and be proud of. This will be lucky. Neither I, nor his. In general, for all clovers resting every night and every morning reopen. There.
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