As long as it's burning, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance, it's fragrance. I made this cuisine of my mother's own, and left it to me in the sun, full of love, so it tastes so special
MR. RUTHER LEFT FOR THE SUMMER, AND HE MADE A LOCAL MEAL. I COULDN'T FORGET THE SMELL OF PRUNE, BUT I COULDN'T FIND THE ONE THAT COULD BRING IT HOME, THE ONLY ONE THAT EXPIRED. IN THE PREVIOUS PERIOD, THERE HAD BEEN AN OCCASIONAL DISCOVERY OF A SALESMAN, AND HE HAD BOUGHT IT WITH A SENSE OF TASTE, AND HE WAS TOO LAZY TO DO IT. THE OTHER TWO DAYS, HE SAID IT'S GONNA BREAK, AND HE SAID IT'S GONNA BE GOOD. THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, THE TEST WAS MADE HOT, BECAUSE IT WAS NOT RUBBED AND IT FELT BAD. I COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TAKING MY SON HOME YESTERDAY, AND THEN I STARTED PLAYING AGAIN. PS: I TAKE PICTURES WITHOUT A NICE SET, WITHOUT ANY DECORATION, WHICH ARE MOSTLY DARK AT NIGHT OR AT 4:00 A.M., BUT LIFE IS REAL, AS LONG AS THE FAMILY IS HAPPY, NOT BEAUTIFUL OR UGLY
