Detesto le persone egoiste. Se ne trovano ovunque, are always ready, like thieves. But there are people who do not know why, attracts them in a special way. No, not me, fortunately, I return to the standard, a friend of mine, someone whom I very well. The fact is that she almost does not make us any more. I'm there I feel bad for him. Fool. Yes, maybe.
Sometimes he complains of this, it is true, but then accepts the situation as inevitable in life: they ask the most absurd things, at any time, repeatedly, and she's there. But how?
But perhaps found a way to let it go and I know that ultimately makes the pleasure to be useful to someone.
I got to do that?
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