Party here, festivals there. Up of adverse events, events Faust down. Local, global, glocal ... my tongue is unrolled. The brain thinks and takes me f income. It takes so cold, she suffers and does not know what to think. And oh, is he a martyr. The emblem of the local becomes global. As. Do not you know? Then how to explain to the professor and all my classmates that I am the walking example of glocal? A few more questions? Just try it.
What ZAZZERI eh? From local that was my poor is becoming global testolone. Then prof should I do? I leave? This exercise okay? Dear my brothers, I wanted so much. One day we'll see. I have not used on the combs, barbers from where I went, on the pillows. Where did you stay more than my crown
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