only happens to Sole · Of Memories and grating cheeses
Here I am again. Two in a row.
I do not know how this memory is real. It is rather the memory of a memory of a memory and a broken telephone, probably only a few parts are kept intact, might be none.
Especially for those born after 1985 will clarify that at the time the colors were as they are now. No need to worry about, hair the color of my mother never existed, and luckily the shadows were not so red, nor the funds were two tones. Can sleep in peace. Nor I turned blonde.
The "I" next week if all goes well!
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