Истории Niky

My Motherly and Maternal Husband; in Child Labour If I follow me heart, no one will ever find or reach me, if I follow my mind, I will never find or reach me. I think I will stay right where I'm. Looking at the bus driver, I wondered what the young man was thinking about. What was on his mind? What would he do if I poured my coffee on him? Did he know what a coffee is? Did he call every hot drink tea like my father did? Would he crash into a truck like the last driver did? Everyone one liked coffee. I have been called a monster Monster, for doing monstrous things to people Little demon. Big demon, mean, psychotic. And just plain evil by my mum. Parents amused me and my mother was hilarious. It was funny how, when they have a child, they threw away their eyes and wear the eyes of their child, expecting her to fulfil the dreams they had with the eyes they threw away. But this was not about my mother, bless her pathetic soul. This was about my husband and how he was courting death.

Private only but there will be pub someday.. this is a tandom rp book/dare book for me and my friends so yeh...

-dve kamaradky a jejich zivot (spíše co prozily o prazdninách) -jsou příbuzné ze všemi lidmi, kteří jsou uvedeni -jsou pubertacky