Isa works evenings. Isa
work this weekend.
My parents are going this weekend to the people.
My cousin and the rest of my people go up to town this weekend.
I, I might go up.
I this morning I said to Isa, when I said that I miss me yesterday, a day that we met, it was okay because one day we saw if we could.
Isa told me before when I've told you the town this weekend, that just because we met until the end of next week.
Isa told me that with irony, as I said this morning.
I do not know if my thinking is correct.
I am giving millions of rounds.
I feel terrible.
I do not know if ehis is what I deserve for my way of thinking.
I'm scratching a lot.
I have the heart in a bloody fist.
SHIT
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