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I in: "And yet they are still young because ..."


Yet they are still young because:
Porto shoes with round toes
sang in the car and sometimes outside it
I do the character voices of my children, every time I read a history (and I enjoy a world)
I eat candy like rain
I love birthday parties
Many adults bore me I
imitations of people I meet on the street, twisting his face, pulling out his tongue, wrinkling his eyebrows, rubbed eyes, even when they are alone
If you do not set your alarm every morning, sleep late
still waiting to arrive Santa Claus
spent most of my day studying
I'd pay anything to get out and laugh with a friend down the street clutching his arm
My first reaction is always to believe and trust
I'd always buy gifts for those who love
As of now for a romantic weekend without reservations or programming some
Although I need to go to the hairdresser more often than before, do not go the same
front of the window of the toymaker's Piazza Navona, I get 'I love me salivate
the ponytail
use the steering wheel to mimic the battery that taxis while listening to songs I love rock
have a bath with so much foam
Godo in sit on the couch with my mega to watch a Disney cartoon
the morning when you prepare your Christmas tree, are the first to wake
drop everything to attend the Academy of Dramatic Art
I can not resist temptation
I sign up to the course of African tribal dance
I really enjoy organizing
I laugh all the jokes at meetings and conferences
Violence wingless
I hate fur
I talk while watching a movie at the cinema I
jewelry
'd like to move by bike rather than by car
use perfumed water and perfumes
I would not ever set foot in a bank if they were forced
I have not ever read a leaflet of offers at the supermarket
My buttocks are still quite hard
Always start for wild camping
are still able to amaze
I do not give anything for granted
Even a simple walk makes me
happy to eat all the candy and Giac Wires If I just leave us closer
Apart from the peppers in the evening, yet to digest
I never get tired of laughing
An evening at the theater excites me as thirty years ago the
Photographer autumn trees
I do not have white hair
dream all night and even most of the day I
magic to watch the stars
Sometimes I check some pimple I have no cheeks
brownish stains on the hands
It's never boring when I listen to a friend
I make the holes to find water on the shoreline
embrace the trunks of trees in the woods
I'd pay real money to play hide and seek again
often dream Quince Milo abusing me in the middle of Fantabosco.