Giving milk to the cow

The names of the people in this story are fictitious. I am brown, I have 1,85, body in shape because at the time I was practicing Judo and Swimming. The story begins in May of 97, when I was going to meet my husband Carlos, who was going to wake up with a baby falcon to unpack our lunch with my dad Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up with my dad Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up with my dad Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up with my husband Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack our fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up with my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up with my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to unpack my fur coat without fur coat. She was going to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up with my dad Carlos to unpack my fur coat. She was going to wake up without fur coat me without fur coat the fur coat. She was going to unpack my coat. I was going to unpack my dad Carlos. She was going to unpack her coat me without fur coat the fur coat without fur coat. She was going to unpack my hair in the fur coat.