I was looking at and listening to your address to Montenegro’s chiefs. It was around midnight and tiding freshness streamed in making me think clearer, so I told my dog: what this man speaks in Nightmare land’s Southwest is tantamount to what his hired contractor spoke about these days in its Southeast. To me, Sir, […]

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