Karls

Qué difícil la u (aún no empiezo)

Ola te kiero

Por un momento crei que habia perdido el ff que estaba leyendo :'v

Bro extraño a mis amigitos wattperos
          

Adivinen kien aprobo su examen de admisión para derecho
          Y pensar q hace 3 años escribía historias furrys 

noooo te murite denuebiio :""""vvvv

My name is Walter Hartwell White.
          I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane,
          Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This
          is my confession. If you're watching
          this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered
          by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader.
          Hank has been building a meth empire
          for over a year now and using me as
          his chemist. Shortly after my 50th
          birthday, Hank came to me with a
          rather, shocking proposition. He asked
          that I use my chemistry knowledge
          to cook methamphetamine, which he
          would then sell using his connections
          in the drug world. Connections that he
          made through his career with the DEA.
          I was... astounded, I... I always thought
          that Hank was a very moral man and
          I was... thrown, confused, but I was
          also particularly vulnerable at the time,
          something he knew and took advantage
          of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis
          that was poised to bankrupt my family.
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pasa discooordf carajo

hombres besandose buscar

OLA KARLS PROBABLEMENTE REPRUEBE EL BIMESTRE PERO OLA !!111!1 :4