"He's been a model for two or three months," said the big housewife. "A model! Why?" Rose asked softly. It was as if he was asking himself. "Something '
Said the householder to her astonishment. The man who came with her looked at Rose and asked, "What do we do now?" "Let's see from a little while," she said. "Then?" "Then," said Rose. Slightly silent, the man who came with the rose said, "My dear Rose, I do not like what you do.
You're a schoolmate. Friendship has every limit at all times. Anyway, I'm your thing now, so I do not like him either." "Yeah. Every time there is a limit. nor did he show you the letter he wrote to me? He did not know what happened to my scent. Maybe.
There is no one happier in my marriage than him. 'I think I see you in my village'. FAN "Well, is he still here? Why is he here? Didn't he go to work?" "Let's go," said Rose. He opened the house while they were talking. Those who had lifted him up brought him in and laid him down. The two of them went to his house in the dim light, with their eyes closed.
Saw Rose. This is the first grade she has ever seen him like this. He looked like new. Every time she looks like every model and new model. If he did not look the same, he would have been able to make up his mind.
Seen him this way, this is first grade. The novelty of the first grade, too, seemed to her a model. His heart was beating a little. The smell of wine wafted through his mouth too.
Roja looked at an Avur resident standing nearby and asked, "Is he drinking?" "This is a drink! Even if I see it face to face, I will not believe it," he said. Rose stared blankly at her blindfolded friend for a moment. "I know. I hope not. Yes, it's like there's no other way for you, man; I thought I saw you in a different way.
Why, I'm not surprised to see you like this, but it's unbearably sad, dude? - Why is it like this? " Her husband was staring him in the face. Despite his closed eyes, his inner look seemed sublime. Rose looked at her husband. He could not look at her directly.
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