Lie down and wait for now. Next Week, I'll be on the right path, and I'll build a bridge during the weekend. I'll be the man with commitment. So I lie along, with my breath revolting and my sticking in all directions. The heater's rolling, the meter is rolling. The server is rolling, the time is rolling. The card slides, my parents fall. I'm a sinner indeed.Birth sign: Aries
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