We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.
Procurando na gaveta…
Procurando na gaveta…
Uma carta lacrada está esperando por Hamza.
We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.