THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST
ANT TO, THAT IN THE NE
HE BUS, SAYING THAT THE BOMBER
HER TO SIT, I WAS FEARED, NERVOUS
BUS BRAKING SO SUDDENLY, THAT A MUG
PED UP, LEAVING ALL COCADA DOWN ON THE FLOOR, THE DAMAGE
MIGAS, WE WERE SAD, AND BELIEVE IT HAD BUMPERS, WHO LAUGHED A
W HER, WITH A TRAY ON HER HEAD, AND HER COLORFUL, DELICIOUS CANDIES AND HER TOOTHED SMILE, I AND TANIA
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