The boots are broken
Yes, what shall I write? They are broken. There were fortunately not mine and I know the person not their boots are broken, but I'm (almost) sure that somewhere someone is with broken boots. This poor man has so worn-out shoes. You notice even on what I'm saying, right? We clearly need more boots on the world so that everyone has boots. But Now enough of the boots, even if it is my heart. In this blog I will write about my imaginary friends and their experiences not happened in the world out there and start making my good old friend Ian: Ian is
mathematics student and confused nature of light, I have not taken today to Ian, but I'm sure it exists and that he is "real". Ian is pretty much behind this evil and has the idea to study is terminated by his suicide. Ian if you read it here should, please report to me, then we can go even really drink coffee ...
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