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glove touch phone

I'm stuck in a traffic jam. I see there is a car nearby with the same radio as mine. I take out the remote control and turn up the volume. he turns it down, I turn it up again... the man turns it off, I turn it on. He crossed himself, removed the panel and put it in the glove compartment.

Where are you going like this, my stubborn guy?

my handwriting depends on: my mood, the temperature in the office, the height of the table, lighting, attitude towards the teacher, the weight of the pen, the quality of the notebook paper. but not from me, no.

these are panties for the palms, now you've definitely seen everything

shit in the owner's slippers

Edward legs and arms

Patriarkot has blessed your slippers