Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well. In fact we go all the way back to 1522. That day was sunny and warm. The lilacs were in bloom and we drank lemonade in the shade. Mom had just come home from the hospital and little Wendy was still away at camp. We wore orange sandals in those days, which is why I want to kill my uncle, who is a total jerk about footwear. But anyway, back to me...
Dude, chill out...
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لا توجد تنزيلات ولا بطاقة ائتمان ولا حاجة إلى تسجيل الدخول للمحاولة!