Nuria and I found a ride in his car after spending his house, which shares a month ago with her fiancé. I made a hole in my books to view, for a month and a half that we sat quietly talking, the last time in my house, we knew a little. Now that I had taught in detail the rooms in your house and I had explained all his plans to finish furnished and decorated, enfrascábamos us in an important conversation. We talked about the commitment of men, motherhood-we are not prepared, for the love of God, but I have twenty-three years and she twenty-six, and it is inevitable that a kick to the track when using an engagement ring, " and Mary. Concluding with everything that we gethence we celebrate being happy in a quietly enjoyable, with the bottom of the radio ...
While we were in opposite situations wanted the same thing and defended our strength to the hilt by reminding all that we spent together. If in the future a relationship we are not going to be fine, were going to survive ... although I believe the term of all we come out as whole ... In short, we were fine. He
curve to enter the area of industrial buildings near my house, also close to his, and looked for a street. He said he liked to enter this street, though it was dirty with all those plastic and graffiti. In the evening the area is quite empty. We see the odd gentleman taking boxes from ships. Roundsame rate, was significant. I could do nothing but contemplate. It was a time to "hang" so called since then. It was like in that movie, that also comes in a bag ...
"American beauty", said once, and we looked, smiling behind dark glasses.
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understand that movie? I asked.
I said yes, he understood the time of the bag, and I purred and I melted into the passenger seat. I jumped immediately to tell you my last moment of "great hang." I told him in Madrid, leaving the metro station in my area to return to class, I had been foolish to save the last step. It was the moment when the light became maravillosamgray body and the mp3 sound of a song that was going to finger. The effect of light was was not wasted. Two, three. Three minutes of the crash. need to remember, eh, Nuri?
(Yes, Nuri, I still write about the reflection on your life and the doves that look to the west and catharsis in the morning in Purgatory xD)
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