Digi The Killer's
Songs in a Call

For his longtime girlfriend, he likes to put up a Tony Braxton song, titled “Unbreak My Mheart”. I don't know what reason he put up a song that both begs him not to be heartbroken. In fact, in my opinion, he often does not answer calls from his old lover, many times calling, the end of the phone was then blocked so as not to get into his number. I knew he was bored. In my heart, I know why she's tired of her old boyfriend. For no one doubted when they were alone in the room, I joined him in his bed. And when they were alone, even telling stories about indecent things, I also recorded with sagat detail, intonation of speech, pitch of voice, to a small moan, which threw him very excited. I can tell you a lot about why he was bored. So, actually for what I told you, Because itru, I better just shut up.

For his office friends, he put up the song Uhibuk sung by Masan. Just so you know, Masan is a sexy Middle Eastern singer. If the Lebanese singer swerved in front of the Al Jazeera television screen, then every eye would stare at his belly button that shot inward and bore a small, enchanting well.

I don't know, I don't know why he put up that song. I also don't know the reason why he also put up Teletubbies song for two women who chase after him, “My Heart Will Go On” Celine Dion for the wife of the one who loves him. Pacul's whirlwinds for strangers, some Mozart and Bethoven instrumentals are installed for the sound of messages and alarms and the James Bond Casino Royale soundtrack.

After on the roadside he looked at my monitor, before buying Kuka Kula he took the time to look at my face. He knew very well that nothing had come to him, but he just wanted to see me. I like to be watched every time. Hold it every time. I like to feel cared for, like the women of hers. I like being timed before bed, waking up, in the bathroom, changing clothes, taking the tram, crossing the road, heading to the office, getting tired and then slamming on the bed. Of all the events, I just wanted to say that there was nothing in him but me.

I can describe in his eyes only my monitor box, INSIDE his head only contains the letters printed on the monitor screen, and every inch of his brain was filled with clever buttons arranged so that he would always call upon the name of the Lord when he brought me to life; he was always amazed at things like me.

“Mahamulia the person who has created a phone as smart as you. Most holy of those who have the idea of combining all interests only in a tiny box that can overcome anything. I send my compliments and greetings to those who have assembled you, starting from a simple electronic circuit to a chip that has made you so smart. Great of you,” is always so pronounced while looking at the monitor.

Welcome speech is indeed a picture of the crown of roses, blooming, wrong colors, and in the middle will be embossed writing. The letter starts from a cucumber, then grows, enlarges, then embodies the writing: “Beyond Tomorrow”. And so I see the writing then his eyes will mebgerjap-ngerjap, his breath will be drawn very deep, and he will always look at the monitor with a feeling that always wonders. I like to be looked at like that, just like a woman who always wants to be looked at with a feeling of awe and frenzy that exploded.

Obviously when he was in front of the booth, the ruler became very disgusted because the matter of the owner of my body was only fixed on my body, He did not immediately answer what items were needed Look at it, just, the man was still busy with my body squeezing anything, and locking it up after he felt enough. Kontan he was exiled by the owner of the booth and when he realized he had been abandoned, he called. Stall musicians stay behind the wall. He knew he was called, but he was already angry. Finally Ergo cursed while passing from the booth.

After all, something that was wrong for me was that those who dumped me were like junk. Thought I was worthless Some kind of scrap metal money into a dumpster. Cursed are those who dare to regard me as such.

Until finally, the man turned around, back to the park. Not with a bottle of Kuka Kula drink, but with a chest-stifling gerrymandering. He felt his chest filled with a feeling of extreme disgust with the two drink sellers. He felt unappreciated as a human being, Even he always asked, what was wrong so that those people chased away and did not give only a bottle of fizzy drink. Back he took a deep breath, and threw away the tightness in the chest with a very strong gust.

Look, he re-opened my body looking for the main menu, then pressed the create message button. Apparently he wants to send a message.

Type with thumb only. Two thumbs to be exact. Often people parse "your mouth" into "your thumb your tiger".

Never mind.

I let him send

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