LoveTamplier

Sometimes I think that I'm crazy soschel, but when I realize that this is indeed the case, I want to laugh uncontrollably. Can you hear the laughter? Surely no one but me can not hear? Well, yes ... of course ... you're told to listen to mother, not me, not someone else, and you have heard about. Mighty Hearing, listening to Mother, our beloved mother. And how wonderful it is. You see it, hear? Hearing your favorite? You see, you hear that and Cicero? Blood, screams, flour - that's the beauty Sithis. His poetry, art, paintings, and we - the palette and a brush in his hand. Do you hear me? Or is it again just my sick imagination, do you say? N

Twenty years have passed ... so long. On this day, he is always gloomy and not talkative. Why is that? The fate separated them twenty years ago, but Cicero adopted and the time reduced to ten. A Toulouse? Auburn is silent all the time about it. On that day he went missing, or say not a word, it is silent. Do not talk about it. It is often caught him on watching old photos where the three of them. And he just put up her languid without emotional look. But she knew that in these empty, at first look, eyes hidden pain more than any other man looking sad. Cicero always kept near him Prynne, at least tried. He was afraid of losing her just as lost