Snow Jesus
We found a baby the day after Christmas. A little girl to be exact. He had been sentenced to death under a white blanket of crystal water. Cried like a desperate, he was losing sensitivity. We have taken and taken to hospital. With her was the pizzini, type a letter and a few dollars, all stored in the drawer of circumstantial evidence for a mold file that appears to have closed at the start, at least that's what they said some colleagues here longer. No. Not for me. Not for Kim and the other Rookie. Antony-something. What a fucking disgusting place, the cradle of luxury and pleasures swollen with pus and rotting. To continue to fuck, here, the women leave to die the fruits of their own greed and debauchery in the snow among the container port.
Let old. Let's see if you still can do your job.
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