I forgive you because I love you.
I forgive you because you are my child.I forgive you because you are my parents.
I forgive you because you are my relative.I forgive you because you are my subordinates.
I forgive you because you're my boss.I forgive you because you're famous.
I forgive you because you are poor.I forgive you because you're out of luck.
I forgive you because you're fat.I forgive you because you are a skeleton.
But: "Everything you do will be forgiven even if he knocked," says Virpi Hämeen-Anttila in her book Heirs when the aunt is looking directly at the truth and begin to edit the "miserable misery poor family."And so a madhaired man and a dark-eyed woman shall inherit the love ...
"Shall we go for a swim? ... Him, this is embarrassing ... All is displayed. ... Does it require immediate action?"
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