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This composição literária fotografia contains rottweiler.
We are your saviors.
We are your protectors.
We are your heroes.
If you cadastrar-se us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
It is your choice, take it or leave it. If you are a true protector you will pass the test.
We welcome all, to the Protection. Choose your path correctly and then let it be.
We are your protectors.
We are your heroes.
If you cadastrar-se us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
It is your choice, take it or leave it. If you are a true protector you will pass the test.
We welcome all, to the Protection. Choose your path correctly and then let it be.
I never understood my hometown. It's always changing. Crime is high, pigeons fly, and it's basically impossible to not pass something that's been vandalized.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. You can never know what someone is doing when you don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. You can never know what someone is doing when you don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
