Wonderland of Love

I do not know what to do. She ruined me, I am absolutely 100% good. The only thing I think is Sage. She. Those brown bees' eyes, their natural pink lips always feel that the sky is pointing toward me. She, pale skin and black clothes. She. I drank another cola, another long cigarette, I felt sick. "Hi, I received your message." Sage, its voice is slightly strange and bright. She rubbed her lips and slipped on me at my booth.

I believe that many of you can take this picture. A lot of people including me can not do all the spots and emotions that I feel so beautiful. I remember "Winter Wonderland", I like the warmth of that kind of hot chocolate, I have seen all kinds of light. My family is there, there is everything I want in the catalog. I will never forget Mr. Scrooge and the church drama. What I could not get was the consciousness of the community and "Merry Christmas". For the same reason both will disappear. Christmas war and war against Christians

In the past 24 hours, snow is new and more than foot. It is fun to go out and play before returning to Los Angeles, as I would like to say. I am fixing winter wonder land. In order to make me a more fairy country, I had lunch with my "19 years old nephew Cole" old soul. Before I had to travel to the airport, we were trying to extend the time by pressing a clock. And like the lifestyle that often happens in Michigan in December, there is wonderful ice on the road. As we approached the backup of a car parked on a two lane road out of town, one of the patches appeared to be big. The moment the brake light turned on, suddenly I went into the garden toward the shoulder, but fortunately there were no grooves, and my sister's tires were buried in the snow.