quarta-feira, julho 20, 2011



I don't know who he is.
He followed me in the street.
He tried to rape me. He's a lunatic.
I don't know what he's called.
I don't know his name.
I don't know who he is.
He tried to rape me.
I don't know.
I don't know him.
I don't know who he is.
He's a lunatic.
I don't know his name.



Last Tango In Paris. 

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