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y7gm2081 · Posted: Sat 20:15, 23 Apr 2011 Post subject: thought you were so clever

really do not need this apology , no sense of apology, no one will accept.
Hubert himself every day on the mouth said. More and more like your imaginary .
want to retain the position of a point to stop the senseless act of it. Otherwise it will destroy the image .
thought you were so clever, you said yesterday that an apology , but do not know what to apologize for .
committed some errors when it is impossible to remedy, are all wrong between us , and I would not want to pursue what you made me understand many things , let me read a lot.
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This will end, you freed earlier .
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yesterday and to speak with a voice like that , so I think you are funny ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you never stand in someone else's point of view to think , just put myself first .
Emotion
really do not need this apology , no sense of apology, no one will accept.
damage she has for you no matter how big you can say it is the willing , and I do not need to be her replacement. I do not want ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], after you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but so stubborn,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so to hurt others. Others are kind of not fair, he is not responsible for species .
your theory is so unrealistic , and I can not understand how you feel right now. I do not know how to see into a person,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because I really can not see through ... ...
leave it, forget everything here , as soon as possible makes your heart out of the serious injuries to the ghost somewhere else
committed some errors when it is impossible to remedy, are all wrong between us , and I would not want to pursue what you made me understand many things ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let me read a lot.
your theory is so

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.