Dainty the brunette parades showing all his/her beauty descends the avenue of the town that the group heading for the city. Of my
window I have the happiness of
seeing her/it
pass walking in the middle of the people. Every
time that I see her, again my desire increases. Nor it is for cruelty, but who is that he/she tolerates to see her dressed like this almost semi-nude with a blouse of pink income, that he/she leaves to the display half of the breast, contrasting with the purple mini-skirt that it goes down a little below the thigh. Who is that he/she
doesn''''t like to see a muse like this, who is that he/she
stops looking for the rose that decorates the garden and it wastes his/her time admiring the grass. For me the only reason of complaint is the day in that she stops passing for me. since I live leaned over in the window, no why doesn''''t to work need, or don''''t have him/it to do, it is that I have a great pleasure in seeing her/it pass
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