I feel [if] ... tron hurry. I was always like a lemon squeezée hurry to give everything, give everything and all of a sudden like a citrus fruit is strangled with bare hands. Lemon, that's right, lemon grow and be strong, do everything, find out everything and know everything, lemon juice to be beautiful, intelligent, have a good situation to be lemon love ... and above all to be sexy, skin itchy, but also attracts, lemon forward in my body compressed, squeezed lemon to live and smile and say yes and then especially to all those who love me have tightened, caressed, crushed, pulled all the juice my heart citrus lemon.
I was so squeezed lemon I love bitter at the bottom of glass. More juice, more pulp, but a lot of glitches, glitches galore and raw and deep in my lemon acid. I was so squeezed my lemon citric acid became nitrate should be much more to calcine the looks of pressing hurry who think they can bite my zesty crust.
So now you see, it would just a little sugar, a little honey even indigestible, even in such large quantities that my arteries were blocked. I want to taste sugar, no aspartame, no sham, but the sweetness a little or a little too much but to keep the sweetness just a taste of lemon at the very back of my palate. Not to burn yourself when you'll get or buy you a lemonade, a trick of light lingered a little teenager that has never lemon.
