Rosario leaned over one. He was inhaling the fragrant smoke of high-quality cigarettes. Ruben was sitting in another chair in front of him. He was wearing a blood red shirt. Rosario was talking to his boss about the intricacies of the motorboat industry to the amazement of those around him. The third chair lay unoccupied for a long time. None of the simple-minded people dared to sit equally with Rosario's boss in that shiny chair. Dason forcibly seated Anthony's father, Walter's father, who was walking by. The fat old man, with his tummy and belly, pulled his torn vet down his thigh and swelled.
Inside was Rosario. Dasan leaned against a large whip tree and gritted his teeth, staring in amazement at the brown eyes that were buried. He is not excited. “Ele Dasa, did you everyone? Michael tapped Dasan on the shoulder with his ringed fingers. "Um, f" Michael looked at Rosario's face with a smirk and said, “AA - is our servant an ordinary person anymore? Steamboat fisherman goes to training! Receive his Samachar is another ha ha ha ha. - 3 His vision floated furiously over the people of the village who were sitting on the ground. Dasan grumbled. "Do you like A Secret - Foreign Secret - Smell your mouth for a month!" Mickel asked him.
“No! He refused and shook his head, "A. Why are you a model?" "None!" "That's a headache!" "Michael did not have time to spend with Dasan anymore. Khilwar did not understand. Ruben wrote and gave his chair to his father. Anthony approached the child's side and said, "Uncle, Boyla is two men." He grabbed the handles of the chair and got up with difficulty and sat on the floor. Ruben sat majestically in that chair and continued his conversation. Dasan did not like to stand there at all. He came out with his head hanging down. He sat down to look at the sea and wrote Ruby with a stick in the sand. Destroyed - rewrote.
The women gathered inside the house. In the middle of all, in the chair, Rosario's wife was sitting like a white elephant. And expensive lacquer silk sarees. He was wearing a blouse of the same color. The big cock was surrounded by jasmine. Lots of gold cords and necklaces lay around the neck. The powder coated on the greasy rounded face seemed to dissolve in the sweat and crackle. His disgust overwhelms him to see the poor faces standing around and looking at him in amazement.
