I confess that today I cradled my iPod in my right palm and shook it in the same way that I imagine I'll shake my baby when it doesn't stop crying enough for me to watch my television programs.
Por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa. Por eso le ruego a Santa María, siempre virgen, a los ángeles, a los santos y a vosotros hermanos.
I do not
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