The chair that did not leave my side
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this story may inspire you to always keep in mind that it's important to teach your kidns never trust stranger even if he came and said that (i know your father)The meaning of the title: that that chair carries more than what a person can bear, carries lies, tears, worry, the weight of my heart and my words, and he carried me when all my feelings fell and I no longer felt anything, and it was the one who carried me at a time when the lipstick came out of the body.
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