Armikja ime e tishtuar,mbasi u nda nga ai,me kerkon dhe nuk me ka prane.Passi u nda me te,me kerkon ndihme mua.Une nuk mund ti jap ndihme,por thjesht vazhdoj perpara(me behet qejfi)pasi kur vuaja une,ajo qeshte."Zoti vonon,por nuk harron".
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