Mario Morenz
Marco, the dwarf had been many things. But never before had been old. For several weeks beginning on that activity. The menisci, joints, anatomical (or enanotomÃa as Alina told when he took hunting cockroaches), thoughts and words, gaskets needed their oil 3 to 1 to expedite everything in it. When Marco was called first Lilliputian thought they said well dwarf fucking. The contrived word became a second name undesirable. The adjective dwarf compliment became required. Marco was many things. His work traveled on the highway of the bizarre. Their offices, unlike their motor and mental needs were always caked with mud oils. Setting read Tarot cards in Sabana Grande. Setting washed and cared for vehicles. Marco was busybody. Setting trafficked goods for two and a half weeks in 1992. Setting washed and cared for animals at the zoo El Pinar. Marco was, in his late teens, when looked at least 35 years, artist or, rather, circus clown midget until he appeared Patricia. Patricia
African lioness was threatened to tear the head when they were introduced. Half the cast circus tore role. Marco, a week, protecting your future and that of many, gave Patricia a double ration of chickpea soup with vegetables and celery, seasoned with ground glass. When the rating is quantified by applause, he realized that his performance and many had lost popularity by "La Leona Patricia, Feline Death," as advertised.
At three in the afternoon, the top hierarchy of the circus called the humane society and a funeral. Reuben, the trapeze acrobat, where last act of risk and skill, snatched one of the dishes Patricia. The early morning darkness and the sharp appetite of the beast Patricia conspired to not pay close attention to the juggling of Reuben. This shattered Marco, who never imagined such a feat of some of their peers. I felt blown consciousness, falling from the height of the trapeze from his friend. Once Marco had one foot out of the circus arena, is airing a suicide premeditated murder with premeditation and a "cat and Africanized Death" because it was a Bauth, fierce native of the southeastern United States, where there are in captivity about five hundred species in the biological center and veterinary Pellucidar Burroughs. Thus the medical report regarding the official race of the "lion", which did put the owner of the circus on a problem that resulted in a good sum of money. Some six years later, the Lilliputian would be involved, but in this case within the law, served as a spy, "he said, he confessed, but was actually for a missing informant, police force. With the data provided dismantled three brothels, killing nine women and the poor life after gang rape, and in some specific cases: post mortem. One of them, Rosa, was his friend. Her best friend. Although the adjective and the best friend were applied posthumously to the mental picture when we think of someone. Her best friend, had another best friend, a girl about 18 years time: Alina. Alina Marco contacted to give you something that Rosa was going to give for her birthday and she had helped to choose. Remorse rose from the tresses of their shoes to the House of flimsy walls of rust twisted and splintered that it was his conscience. Again, just indirectly with the life of someone close.
Alina and Mark went to a tavern. They talked about their lives. The conversation could be categorized as an oral autobiography rounds. In a talk he played Marco Alina rivals and ask questions and make connections like: I maybe I read the letters you when accompanying a foreign minister and I visited the circus, I took my Uncle Albert, but do not remember seeing dwarfs. And the next round, Alina spoke. Marco nodded, and not for lack of connections. Maybe she had one: Rosaura. But this, whenever the opportunity arose to fit it in the monologue of Alina, his conscience was falling again. He preferred silence. Finally, Alina said: Come on. And Marco: Well, where? Alina: I have a hectic colic and I think I drank a lot for today. Marco: Well, you have to do a diet gastrinoma. Both went to a hotel. Alina knew the owner. Greeted him with aplomb, she rubbed her hips and busts. He asked about six beers or wine or vicerveza, for her and her new little friend. Winked, to contain any flood of jealousy. Stayed up the same amount of hours that the stars of the Hotel: Two. Played to kill cockroaches. Alina won for obvious reasons: there were more vermin behind the mirrors under the bed.
African lioness was threatened to tear the head when they were introduced. Half the cast circus tore role. Marco, a week, protecting your future and that of many, gave Patricia a double ration of chickpea soup with vegetables and celery, seasoned with ground glass. When the rating is quantified by applause, he realized that his performance and many had lost popularity by "La Leona Patricia, Feline Death," as advertised.
At three in the afternoon, the top hierarchy of the circus called the humane society and a funeral. Reuben, the trapeze acrobat, where last act of risk and skill, snatched one of the dishes Patricia. The early morning darkness and the sharp appetite of the beast Patricia conspired to not pay close attention to the juggling of Reuben. This shattered Marco, who never imagined such a feat of some of their peers. I felt blown consciousness, falling from the height of the trapeze from his friend. Once Marco had one foot out of the circus arena, is airing a suicide premeditated murder with premeditation and a "cat and Africanized Death" because it was a Bauth, fierce native of the southeastern United States, where there are in captivity about five hundred species in the biological center and veterinary Pellucidar Burroughs. Thus the medical report regarding the official race of the "lion", which did put the owner of the circus on a problem that resulted in a good sum of money. Some six years later, the Lilliputian would be involved, but in this case within the law, served as a spy, "he said, he confessed, but was actually for a missing informant, police force. With the data provided dismantled three brothels, killing nine women and the poor life after gang rape, and in some specific cases: post mortem. One of them, Rosa, was his friend. Her best friend. Although the adjective and the best friend were applied posthumously to the mental picture when we think of someone. Her best friend, had another best friend, a girl about 18 years time: Alina. Alina Marco contacted to give you something that Rosa was going to give for her birthday and she had helped to choose. Remorse rose from the tresses of their shoes to the House of flimsy walls of rust twisted and splintered that it was his conscience. Again, just indirectly with the life of someone close.
Alina and Mark went to a tavern. They talked about their lives. The conversation could be categorized as an oral autobiography rounds. In a talk he played Marco Alina rivals and ask questions and make connections like: I maybe I read the letters you when accompanying a foreign minister and I visited the circus, I took my Uncle Albert, but do not remember seeing dwarfs. And the next round, Alina spoke. Marco nodded, and not for lack of connections. Maybe she had one: Rosaura. But this, whenever the opportunity arose to fit it in the monologue of Alina, his conscience was falling again. He preferred silence. Finally, Alina said: Come on. And Marco: Well, where? Alina: I have a hectic colic and I think I drank a lot for today. Marco: Well, you have to do a diet gastrinoma. Both went to a hotel. Alina knew the owner. Greeted him with aplomb, she rubbed her hips and busts. He asked about six beers or wine or vicerveza, for her and her new little friend. Winked, to contain any flood of jealousy. Stayed up the same amount of hours that the stars of the Hotel: Two. Played to kill cockroaches. Alina won for obvious reasons: there were more vermin behind the mirrors under the bed.
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