like a foul shrew streets

Then, between her coming. She has not been like shape, hair disheveled, black rim of the eye with deep yu tail lines, head crest fast dirty medicine cloth irate came. She is to make me. Crying name-calling, lift tables, chairs, will I play strip big scold, who stopped scold who, like a foul shrew streets, scold, waiting for I hit her.

She came for me again once, is in the street. I didn't hit her. To don't think, is not, because the identity. There are some somebodies of the. Can I laid hands on him? I embarrassed don't know how to do, forced her to pull out.

I took eight million dollars to find her. She also live in that still didn't change, the lock. I recently when she was huddled up in the corner, and covered with a thick quilt, head gone medicine cloth instead is an ugly scars. She that look let me feel funny.