Saturday, April 11, 2009
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In short, then I sat opposite me. Imagined, believed, you were watching, studying. Yes, it is possible. But what else: I also did the same. Pass it easy, as the table of two. Do not get mad, it's my way a little sneaky, cat, as they say. If you did report, go a little-well-behind: May 2008, do you like? It's Friday night, your puppet with bulging eyes began to muttering in his ear. Muttering, you know what it is muttering and then a biliary colic? No? You should have learned to reason at this point. Yes, I know, you learned jogging, but with a little late, I think. A little. To help: ñata night say. Je je. Some time later, he said, I sat opposite me. Error, these things are not done with a cat. Poor, you were with what you thought an advantage. A childish advantage. He had not, never was. What things are. How they change. Now I'm back, sentadito and serene. Kissing too. But in the neck. Or to put it more properly: playing with the black. With the black chess pieces. And not even started.
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