Luna, always far-fetched, never make light never like Dead Poets Society, nourishing every one willing to look at her "crazy". She gave away the unpleasant truth, but she rarely did so. She saw, thought, in fact, than she said out.

Luna, and never at the margins, light forever, forever like a spring breeze and rain that each one would like to see her "crazy" people. She had gone to the unpleasant truth, but she is rarely done. She had seen, and the thought of the fact that it is far more than she.

Lu is elegant, forever is irrelevant, forever the cloud poor business conditions are light, forever looks like the good influence of education, moistens each to be willing to look she “goes crazy” human.She can lay bare the truth the unpleasant truth, but she very few does this.She saw, thinks, actu

Luna, always remote, light wind clouds light forever, forever like a breeze, moisten each willing to read her "crazy" person. She hit the nail on the head unpleasant truth, but she rarely did. What she saw, what I think, in fact, far more than she says.

Crazy is perhaps not the misdemeanor.When Harley is described by "Prophet Daily paper" a swindler, she gave Harley to trust; When Harley immerses when in the visible death fear, she gave Harley to comfort, when Hogue Worts needed to defend, she responded the hertz sensitively the summons which sent