Dear...
I joined this community around February, and became addicted to it for the following month. Two days ago, after you moved me out of the community, when I was bored looking at the ceiling, I realized that I spent too much time here. I ignored many details in my life, used to stare at this community and made some behaviors like a cyber stalker. I was too addicted, perhaps because this was the first time I had dealt with so many young people online-certainly not smoothly. I'm about to make a big change in my living habits recently. I don't want to continue wasting time like this. I've lost too much beauty. Please allow me to finally flatter myself that you will have free time to read this. You can think it's just my fabrication. I just want to relive it.
1937, das war die Wirtschaftskrise, ich war ein Gefängniswärter im Süden der Vereinigten Staaten, verantwortlich für die Todesstrafe, und wegen der Blasenentzündung, kam an diesem Tag ein großer schwarzer Todesstraftäter, er tötete zwei kleine Mädchen, ist wirklich ein Riese-ich wette 2, 5 Meter, aber es gibt noch einen neuen Kerkermeister, der mit mir im Auto saß und mit mir Hoyton ist ein ehrlicher Junge.