Remembering yesterday's story about her lost love and gentle, motherly pat African braids, our lovely ladies slowly began to descend from the keep. To be honest, you stand on top of a dilapidated tower it was not very nice - cold wind and whistled. Firmly holding the fence medieval coarse stone stairs, folded to biblical giants, gentle lady gently and slowly descended to the ground - that is, on the same rough-hewn stone slabs covering the former courtyard. - Oh, please - Yasmin sweetly rolled her dark eyes pleading folded her thin arms and immediately began to like the Ethiopian Virgin Mary without baby - I want to look at it more closely! Please, let's go to it!
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