never gave him very well run. Legs got tangled and fell face first into the ground. Yes, as the owner of the photo, just the same. He did not need clay, but when I was still more tangled and fell better. He was good, what I say fall. He did not need anyone to push her. The trip put his right foot to left and back, all very cooperative. If it had rained, took advantage, of course, the foot sank too so there was no one out. The mud got into the nose and mouth and, of course, he can hardly breathe. She was choking, but hey, these things happen. When another runner passed him telling him how good he was, what he could accomplish, how good it was. And she with her arms trying to get up feeling swamped by sliding down the legs nosémuybienqué nodded, swallowing more mud. So you can not. At the end they bowed to one knee in a prophetic stone (and skinned by the way) and elbow depth a little drier could be incorporated, made a Christ, yes, but incorporated, hey. And again and again running up and turned to fall ... Sure, it was as expected, was slow to realize that it was better to walk. The thing is that she wanted to run like a gazelle, but it was an elephant. A clumsy elephant to be exact. Of course, put an elephant to run through the aisles of the stores crappy minimum: it all goes down. And that became his place, the floor of mud, stone looking prophetic shift. . . Until one day, double sunk, almost drowned in the mud, looking up, lo and behold they had a hand offered your help. Lo ... Image seen in: The road to
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