In the bar, and we asked for breakfast. Coffee with milk, toast, cheese and jam, yo. Orange juice, she. Asked three times, the waiter, to me, and impossible to identify someone else, whether it was squeezed juice. Then he asked if it was natural, the juice too. Failed to ask what breed of birds had committed adultery on the industry which had grown first, then fall, orange, orange with which he should be ready at that moment, juice, orange juice, squeezed, and natural.
talked a while since before we asked for breakfast. As we walked the three blocks to the bar. We had spent the night together, but what is said before catching (when you meet a person) does not count, what he says as he picks up and then immediately afterwards, but neither belongs to the language counts as conversation, in the traditional sense . She spoke
then Ponele were ten minutes as we descended in the elevator, perhaps at the time, going down, was on duty in descender, as we walked the three blocks, while we sat and waited to bring us breakfast in the bar.
She spoke, said he was in his prime, so it felt. A woman after thirty years understand things that before would not be able not to think. Yeah, life in general, sex workers also now picked up much better than before, with less taboo, with more freedom. And the divorce he had done well, now he knew what he wanted and he did not want a relationship, men, what could happen, what could be expected. His analyst had told him that after holiday in northern Brazil (hers, not the psychologist they usually spent summers in San Bernardo) saw much better, more enthusiastic about life, had managed to finally step up and continue. Was your daughter, too, Josefina, her little miracle, a wonderful thing that was left of that relationship, and had left her, something to watch grow and care and be happy despite everything. He was careful, now, had been wanting to do gymnastics again, be nice. And studying a photography course, or maybe theater. The silver was not enough, the money never reached, but the money was not important, money is not made you happy, because when you were wrong, were wrong even though you were invited to Pinamar and we will take in a BMW and you went to dinner at a restaurant with candles and wine were to take the best out there. The important thing was waking up every morning wanting to do something, to put music out there and feel that nice things can always happen, only about being with the right attitude to make things happen to you, nothing more.
the waiter came, he left the order. My coffee, my toast with cheese and jam, orange juice in a glass a foot in height, an orange powerful enough to illuminate a winter morning.
- Why are you so sad? "I said, I asked. And she began to mourn, it seemed that there would be no way in this world that could stop to mourn.
talked a while since before we asked for breakfast. As we walked the three blocks to the bar. We had spent the night together, but what is said before catching (when you meet a person) does not count, what he says as he picks up and then immediately afterwards, but neither belongs to the language counts as conversation, in the traditional sense . She spoke
then Ponele were ten minutes as we descended in the elevator, perhaps at the time, going down, was on duty in descender, as we walked the three blocks, while we sat and waited to bring us breakfast in the bar.
She spoke, said he was in his prime, so it felt. A woman after thirty years understand things that before would not be able not to think. Yeah, life in general, sex workers also now picked up much better than before, with less taboo, with more freedom. And the divorce he had done well, now he knew what he wanted and he did not want a relationship, men, what could happen, what could be expected. His analyst had told him that after holiday in northern Brazil (hers, not the psychologist they usually spent summers in San Bernardo) saw much better, more enthusiastic about life, had managed to finally step up and continue. Was your daughter, too, Josefina, her little miracle, a wonderful thing that was left of that relationship, and had left her, something to watch grow and care and be happy despite everything. He was careful, now, had been wanting to do gymnastics again, be nice. And studying a photography course, or maybe theater. The silver was not enough, the money never reached, but the money was not important, money is not made you happy, because when you were wrong, were wrong even though you were invited to Pinamar and we will take in a BMW and you went to dinner at a restaurant with candles and wine were to take the best out there. The important thing was waking up every morning wanting to do something, to put music out there and feel that nice things can always happen, only about being with the right attitude to make things happen to you, nothing more.
the waiter came, he left the order. My coffee, my toast with cheese and jam, orange juice in a glass a foot in height, an orange powerful enough to illuminate a winter morning.
- Why are you so sad? "I said, I asked. And she began to mourn, it seemed that there would be no way in this world that could stop to mourn.
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