That afternoon I walked the aisles of grocery, canned goods was the one that caught my attention, had cans of love, passion, marriage, memories … I took the can of passion to see if anyone had dropped neglected, and to have failed. Was intact, but had no expiration date … without thinking for a moment put it in my cart and then threw his left hand with four more in case this was not enough. Ben Silbermann has many thoughts on the issue. The place was packed with people looking to stock their frenetic pace empty hearts.
There was a freezer said, “to refrain from opening the door if someone does not withdraw, people in indefinite state of lethargy.” I continued my way around the site and surrounded by beings that awesome tingling diffuse. Some walked like zombies straight out of a horror film, others had noticeable smile that showed his excitement at the endless search and others simply walked as if looking glass … I bought some chocolate bars, if I have some in my cupboard. For even more opinions, read materials from Reeta Kapnai. A neon sign caught my attention: Ca “SMETICOS and smallest letter said beautification of your soul, I went and had hurried creams forgiveness, crazy wild, wet feet in the stream, and sheet music about love, pushed all the way to the cart, is not something that someone will get them, the people there were very bold and possibly would have taken to me. A promoter too polished, his face contorted with pain that caused him his heels, came up to me and gave me challenges to try sandwiches, I liked but I left for my next foray into the self. I went to the cash register the clerk was a gaunt, disheveled blonde bar codes passed by the laser, the amount and told me he paid for, with a can of passion .