few days ago I threw away a stack of papers and did not remember to be saved.
chemotherapy receipts of my beloved grandmother, who died of cancer at the end overcame his holy bones. Florist card ever made carnival with a bouquet of roses and which reads: "My love will always be with you." A checkbook joint bank account and mobilize never lasted much more than the situation which could have nourished. Proof of contributions to a pension fund American who broke with the latest crack Stock Exchange and no longer give me back my investment.
chemotherapy receipts of my beloved grandmother, who died of cancer at the end overcame his holy bones. Florist card ever made carnival with a bouquet of roses and which reads: "My love will always be with you." A checkbook joint bank account and mobilize never lasted much more than the situation which could have nourished. Proof of contributions to a pension fund American who broke with the latest crack Stock Exchange and no longer give me back my investment.
If the papers speak, you would have still lost battles before it was fought. But as the map is not the territory, one thing is to see them written in ink and other move - very different - is having lived. Je ne regrette rien . Is not Piaf, that women like us never do?.
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