As a continuation of previous post ... In our argument, the husband of R I was wondering what product I know is contaminant could not or would not be willing to stop using? At that time I did not know that answer and I was turning inthe head.
Today over breakfast I found the answer right in front of my nose: The straws. These small objects hollow plastic make the milk richer still know me.
take my milk through a straw since I have already inthe memory and primary were being scolded for being sipping it rather than take the direct milk glass my dad said tyarde coming to class. Then when I lived out my cane remained part of my list of super. Because they must also know that I have my favorites, I like that preferecia be flexible and cheerful colors and fun (and up to find that I desribed myself lol).
Once married, the straws have been some arguments between spouses, while I hurry to bathe pedro to move faster through the water and gas gat (in winter) he claims that I shot and shot-shaped plastic straws . Also when I go to a restaurant and do not give me what I ask straw. At home I take only milk through a straw.
intet I leave them and be big girl but I can not take my thousand or my milk chocolate with vanilla with a flexible straw pink is awesome. I know they are garbage and which are finished shooting nthat for me I can claim that washed about 10 times before of Certain that no longer can be washed well and throw them away, pore than a single packet of straws can last me a long time .
Well at least the allegation R's husband brought me this reflection of superfluous product that makes me so happy.
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