Leaving my Air China Boeing to Madrid and São Paulo origin from a handful of national police (the old style, the Air Bag type) expected in the finger and spent reviewing the brasucos chinolis and to see if everything was in order. I was the only English aircraft.
Seeing the shield of my passport, the police put me firmly and sternly said "very well" and nodding as if thinking "finally someone decent in this plane."
As I cool camaraderie between fellow countrymen, cone. How I cool my chacha and palette Spain.
And my bed and my toilet, and my niece ...
End of the dream, she talks to a server that has done things well and that you can die in peace.
from my bed with love
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