You make sex crimes at the age of 50, during the hole lifes, you like to spend time, in your elderly home, that whaty you are capable of, you have grown up of your shoes, its your life you protect your own, you like to beat women and see it far, you take a distant connections, we need to walk to see, how people are.
You all sit in the corner, and look angry like in moomin lifes, you know it all, but you all have history of your own, the other is in, the other is out, like cats, they need their own space, to stay in life. All the anger gets in the nerves, you live like it everything is too much, you like the bitter of it.
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