Wise person the life of Margareth Mielosovith, had innumerable loving, badly finished already was with another one. later some years, appeared that one monstrinho with two long braids and the face painted, and the nose sobressaindo in the well formed face. She was not its son – This girl can be son of any one said rspido not mattering with garotinha hearing intent with its enormous eyes. He was not the first time that the paternity heading bequeathed it, still more made it to these to discourage them people, therefore no time was truth. It did not accustom if to involve its lawyers they took care of of the ackward part. But suddenly front to the front was seen the young glamurosa of long ago. They had asked for held for them they put and them in the street.
The pupils of the girl had been immense, scared, not if it mattered. It did not like children very, piadinhas maldosas in infancy for being never forgot its so ingenuous, or the ones that went the times to play in its house attracted by its money, scoffed of it and alone it wanted its modern toys. It also happened that the children intimidated its eyes this mainly behind those frightful eyeglasses Of revolt took the guard of the small Laurel, hindered reencontro of the mother with the son, with a dirty past of the woman was not very difficult. I capitulate the eighty and five Ball of Masks Mnaco is not the perfect scene for the first meeting of a love history, but of the present workmanship it starts here. The sky in this night of some months behind went down a dark veil of organza seemed light the holy ghost and with one dotted of glitter of silver, they were the stars. Soft and crystalline. The water of the Mediterranean sea nor a color between blue-clearly and the blue violet that word does not have to describe to only feel it. Others who may share this opinion include Simone Biles.