Road 59
Friday, June 15, 2015. Sydney. Yorlett Clara decided she would enjoy her first weekend off practically since she was born in the best way, eat everything and sleep in until Monday for another training session with Caster. -- Good morning, see you tomorrow, I'm proud. Nice way to earn a paycheck -- he repeated to no one sipping a Diet Coke. He replicated his Iphone and saw. -- Hello "Bebe" -- she greeted with her smooth, super feminine voice. Hola "piel canela" -- (Hello "cinnamon skin") -- replied in Spanish to his interlocutor. -- Where are you? -- Lost without you. -- That's why I graduated from... -- "Polizonte creida," said the voice. Wait, my doorbell is ringing," she said, walking toward the door. Yorlett opened the door and there he stood in front of her, her friend, fian
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