By Fernando Sandoval collective venture Yahoo
Hit me and you will dry hand
I gave you life and so I pay
I grumble
There are children in Africa who would like that bowl of soup
raise your voice I
Pretty hours
come by if you had not noticed this is not a hotel
forward
not eatBecause God punished me with these children
I told
Someday I'll
reason Everything I do (did) for your own good
Shut up and eat
Right now, I'll buy it back
This hurt me more to me than you
What you say your dad. I will not leave you, but if he is authorized by you
My son would never do that
My poor child with the lady (or woman
'll give you three to
I'll wash your mouth with soap
You went just like your father
Do what you want
I care about you, not the other
Your glance.
Thanks for giving me life and reason for being.
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