Go in this time of frost, warm up my story, I threw on the fire that a sketch pen gave me cold sweats finally . Thierry is not who wants Cockerel (Ni Maestà, either). I return to my beloved studies, I still have a ways to go before I meet one of my (pseudo) caricature. Short return on a Charles tickles me so many years and is always unsuccessful. I smell a warm home, especially on various sketches of winter ... Yours.
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