He was struggling to pour quickly, but the way his speed was as if he was running because he didn't see much about his big shirt, it was filled with air and it was blowing,
In the morning, before he left, he felt his heart pounding because he thought today was his luck, since they were going to maula, the house of the richest man in the state, even in some states, he was suffering from the disaster of the spear, and he knew that the spear he made with him and threw it away because of what his impatience had caused him today,
He was drying the day of his house line, a bad sweat cut him and he gathered his energy and strength and continued walking. He was looking at the collection of colorsthe terrorists who are full of the door of his house have spread the air of the durumin tree at the door of the house, about fifteen of them each with the color of the evil weapon that is cut in his waist or any part of his body. He is enough to talk because the agency is also working with its power because their lion is the trusted child of DIKKO DILLA.
Some of them have their faces full of Sara's drawings or they say that their bodies are almost there is no one whose face will not cause a small blood clot because Sam there is no sign of playing with their faces to a kind of smell from the weed that has been rising since the beginning of the neighborhood, that's why everyone who He is a native of the town knows that the neighborhood is not a place of intentionality, the king's neighborhood is ZAKI NEYO, Sam, she is not a garage.
As soon as he ran, he quickly entered the house of his old big shirt, the color of milk, which turned to brown color, and she was taking the air again because he was quickly picking up as if he was going to fly up, especially now he saw a different battalion at the door of his house like the door of a foreigner's house.
He was entering the courtyard of the house because of the pure confusion he was in and he took a bad car and the rest of the carcass overturned in the town where she was able to dry the women's clothes that she was selling even though she was pouring all half of the town because he was selling them.
She was sitting and calculating the bag of data, Saida, who was half of Jollyjus, and she also poured it in because of it.
She looked at him very much in frustration at the way he got up and wiped her losses by begging her in the morning and she said
Why are you shaking like a scorpion?
Now in this town, you are planning to lose how much money you will lose. I know that if you have been doing your business for a year, you will not collect the money to pay me. I am talking to the tempting king of this house.
