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have a fight, I want to divorce you, to find that marriage certificate is not found, your marriage certificate will be hiding.
I do not want no arguments, no tears, no and well, there is no laughter in the dull marriage. I want to quarrel with you, and good with tears and laughter of getting old.
now, we still often fight, but you do not physically touch the door, and no longer had possession of a marriage certificate. You know I will not leave you. Yes, leave you I would cry.
Yes,beats by dre, our marriage when the fight for marriage.
this we fight you always hide in a place I can find you. Have a fight,tods shoes, did not speak a week, one day after I got home from work how can not open the security door, had no alternative but to call you, make you to go home. Later learned, the door is that you cheated. To be honest I do not get angry at that time,beats by dre, but deeply moved.
That was my fiery little woman went overboard no less than ten times the rice cooker will continue to cook for us,tods, it is the same as our marriage strong and healthy!
you said I was sent by God to fight with you people, and understanding how you quarrel ah! Know when to yell, when to cry, when the threw things around, when to divorce, when attributed to the good from. . .
have a quarrel with their bodies tightly up against your door, for fear my capricious little woman is running for the door at 12 o'clock midnight and fled. Have a fight, you alone slams, I quickly chase down, but how could not find you, home alone, looking at the empty room. I burst into tears. You up from one corner of the room ran out and hugged me.
I do not know me if I love you, just know: to leave you, I would cry. I was sent by God who quarrel with you. Sent by God to quarrel with you people,dre beats, turned out to be your most beloved wife.
have a quarrel,tods men, and your luggage to go, I'm pulling your bag tightly, choking back tears and said: You can not go, I am your most important luggage from belt to go along with me. Results, we went to Hangzhou Tourism in a circle.
we got married three years, during which the number of noisy aircraft, I remember. You know, I'm not a very hard woman, but some fragments of quarrel, I was unforgettable.
have a quarrel, I will pique our photo cropped pulpy, before you use a night stick them good.

but now they feel disgusting

hard enough above the butcher

the network often see his family's objections

We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.