I love the way these young women speak.

The older women are all beautiful older ladies, and it makes me feel so bad for them.

I feel so ashamed and angry.

The oldest lady I spoke to was about 80, and she looked like a 50-year-old.

She spoke with a thick, deep voice and was very quiet, so it was difficult to understand what she was saying.

I wanted to ask her about her life.

She looked tired.

“When I was young, I had to work all the time, and I had a lot of money,” she said.

“I was happy and didn’t feel like I had anything to live for.

But now I can’t afford anything.

I don’t have the money for anything.

I was born and raised to be a maid, and now I’m in the middle of retirement. “

I don’t like to work anymore.

I was born and raised to be a maid, and now I’m in the middle of retirement.

It’s so sad.

I can see myself in them, and if they had been born with my family, they would have had a different life.

What I’m saying is that I love this women, but I don.

I want to see them, but if I do, I don�t want to be alone with them.

I know I don?t deserve this woman.

The oldest woman I spoke with was a young woman, about 65.

She said she worked in restaurants for a while, then got married and had children.

She didn?t want children, and wanted to be married and have a family.

But she couldn?t afford it.

I told her I don to have kids because I have a lot more money now, but she didn?

t say anything.

In her 60s, I asked her what she thought about all the new women she sees working.

She was not surprised, she said, because she is very old.

She is still a maid.

A few years ago, a woman in her 60th year said she was sick of working, so she was trying to find work.

She told me that she doesn?t have much money, but does have children.

She didn?

re happy with the work.

I told this young woman that I want her to be happy.

When I asked this young lady about her retirement, she was very happy.

She doesn?

t want children.

I asked, and then she said she had no choice.

After we spoke, she told me her husband was in his 70s.

She had worked for him for 30 years.

She wanted to get out of his job.

Then, a few days later, she gave me a package.

She came home, opened it, and put it in the refrigerator.

It was a letter that was addressed to me, and in it, she wrote, “Thank you for taking the time to write.”

It was so warm.

I didn?nt know what to say.

I had never heard of it before.

I thought I was going to cry.

But she wrote back.

I said, “That?s really nice of you.

I’m so glad you sent it.

It?s so nice to see you happy.

“She told us to get well soon.

I am so sorry that I was so upset.

I think this is the beginning of the end.

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