Last night we made the photo. Nobody saw us. Ji ji.
But we saw. That explains why the note I just found in the mailbox. See what he says, imagine it with calligraphy murderer, and tremble:
"This, if you, a hundred ignorant rye, fools, critters-Cretaceous, did not know, not pandering or espíaventanas neighborhood, but privileged borough , good marble and ladies bikes. For that and for me and my wife we \u200b\u200bare abominable young faces, gestures and even the smell (which I would swear that reaches our balcony window from its loathsome), we are not willing to tolerate that we take pictures at night, betrayal and bad time, when one likes to look bad guy's face through the window of the room, cursing the world, and believes that it does for anyone and in secret. This note is the only warning: if reoccurs, consult the black paper and know how to go to Terrible People. Don Primperan
Miss Georgia, ProtoMarqués small-third of Tétitifornia and Lord (down, down, down in Amériqui) of the Third Policeman. "
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After seeing the picture carefully, we have discovered the author of the note: in the building of a black back, third window from the bottom left, dark rectangle face of fear.
rather not have.
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