She did not want to know where they came from, just knew was there. Does not need friends, his best company lived in itself. Never had anyone, and if I do not know to value. And in fact, never gave something really important. She admired the small things, and they were guarding all felt that, and they were she lived, because the big things, they were too big for his lonely life. A day is tired of his company, and was in a garden any, which dropped to, lying on the grass, where they say that even today, she observes every day the sunset, waiting for itself.
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