Dear Grandpa,
Juve in B. I did not know how to tell you, then I tried to be direct and concise, unfortunately Juve are in B. You say the world is finished, but I just think that you are consuming. But consuming evil, because a grandparent dies any good, happy, satisfied and full of life lived. I'm
world is a sick grandfather. You have been a good grandfather, as I have messed nephew. I was hoping a good grandfather, who lived "slow" but does not work, other standards. Seriously, other standards. It is no longer on Sunday afternoon to watch the games. Now the moto gp and the other days of the week they took our innocence. And 'I've always hated that Monday, which was screwed on Sunday morning. On Sunday morning is the only sacred thing I had left, but she too was raped. Seriously, other standards. It is not more post-match chat. It is no longer complain about the heat, there are now air-conditioners. It is not everything. And get you on Sunday evening, take it seriously, do not let me, I'd use it badly. You taught me to accept the violent, to draw it. You taught me to Exprime and I learned wrong and I apologize for that. I feel like shit with a pencil in his hand. For this I'll stop. I accept other standards. Seriously, other standards. Maybe one day, obviously not the week, we meet again. You do not recognize me, but we'll see. I will recognize you and will not tell you anything, give me this Sunday evening. Will you give me a pat on the back and we will keep the laughs. I designed it, now it's up to you whether they arise. Juve is dead. In series B, the old lady has become a grandmother. Sorry. 
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