One grey day (not greenday, note the difference), I was at the bakery and my beloved jockey was looking for a better job away from my father’s look. A woman came into the shop and told me that my man had died in the storm. I ran into the forest. On my way I saw my lover’s body lying on the ground. I started to cry, I couldn’t stop crying.
[by thejoshua93, c.pablovega1993, Marta Salgado Castelo, juaan1994, iriaa9109, andreasimplementeyo, cars13]
