Describing My House

My house is often called 'Amytiville' because the sun rarely shines in the backyard explaining my house. However, there is no house opposite the road and only the magnificent view of Bari Marina is available, so the enclosed front garden is an ideal place for sunbathing. This is an old Victorian three-storey building, so that it stands between the other two houses. They are bigger than other houses on the road because (in rumors) they belong to some Victorian owner or admiral.

I would like to invite you to my house on May 13th. I sent my address by e-mail. Since there is no signal in the place I live, I will explain about my house so that you can find it. This is a small Victorian house. Outside there is a paved road covered with rose bushes. There is a marble fountain in the pouch. I'm looking forward to seeing you. This is the same invitation as I received. I saw a man lying on my leg from the paper. What is he? His car is not here. I decided not to continue. I do not even know Madeleine, she does not seem to like me. So why did she invite me to go home. I shrugged my shoulders and began to return to the street.

When I grew up, there was no word to explain my family. Shopping did not enter the national language. My house knows only things that can not be seen like my friend 's house. It starts with an email. After my father leaves, stacked messages and stacked messages will not be opened. Several days. Then months. Then there are electric appliances. When I was 11 years old, the house began to look like a secondhand home electronics museum. A huge big dishwasher, a huge microwave oven, a TV, and two people - all died. But my mother did not exchange them, but let them collect dust. As time goes on, the house has little work.

In August when my uncle suddenly came in, I was in the house of Rachka's grandparents, his face fainted with fear. He told us that the Islamic nation threw stones on women through adultery. He began to explain how they gathered around her, and when their big "shiekh" told them to start executing, they began to throw stones at her It was. I do not think this is true. I remember watching a movie about throwing stones in Iran. But it is a movie, this is real life. This is our real life. In the past few days, I can not stop thinking about her She needs to have emotions her family needs to have this feeling. Did they let her family see her death?