I regularly run the stadium, I go out, I met a runner by chance, we also saw each other a couple of times that year, I even managed to get excited about her that year, and the root has risen in the Thais.
neutral energetic conversation with emissions of implicit values, she is super domestic, lives with her grandmother, begins to actively conduct and invest in the conversation, when I say run, we run, when we walk, we go. I'm leading. Then I shower, I’m writing down the rounds, I say let’s take a breath for about 30 minutes now, we can do it another day, but I’m hungry right now (hyper positive and excited, the state was transmitted through the phone) he says yes, let’s go out, for 5 minutes I wildly apologized for the delay, I say let’s go get some protein bars, let's go bought it she wanted to pay herself I stood there after the purchase thanked from the bottom of my heart hugged and kissed. Let's go eat in the yard super comfortable super trust, I get a lot of compliments on the smooth skin of my hands and other computers, the movie is already in full swing, I calibrate it for a kiss, I bring it a little closer to my head, everything is fine, I smell my hair and there is an expensive perfume, I give a compliment about it with a kiss , she says out of the blue, a little later she begins to invest herself in kissing with her tongue, and we are all already enjoying each other, she again pours out compliments, calibrating whether everything is too harsh, she says, you are experienced, apparently you know how to say everything. I took her to the next door))) we walked for 30 minutes, wrote hearts, etc., then, I said, we’ll run out in 2 days, she’s fine, I’m writing in the evening, she says I need time to be alone, you know? I say ok, I won’t write anything else... I’m thinking about continuing to harass her until she shows up. What do you think is the matter, is it normal or not, everything is as I wrote... or some kind of hat
Classic, I need time to be alone ⇐ Pick Up
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