How lovely she could be! her face was gay and round, pink, the blue of her eyes was clear. Very different from the terrifying menstrual ice of her rages, the look of the murderess.

We are the boys who go to a particular place, at H-hour, occupy a designated terrain, stand on it, dig the enemy out of their holes, force them then and there to surrender or die. We're the bloody infantry.

It gives me my headache just trying to think down to your level

ربما يكون الحب هو الذي يجعلنا نشيخ قبل الأوان. ويعيدنا إلى صبانا حينما يكون الشباب قد ولى

Written By Paulo Coelho

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