The strange, strange.
Always saw it there with an odd expression, I venture to say sad, strange.
Fragile as a loaf of moving boxes, as many believe innocent and little understood and sensitive as a pencil when you draw tip.
One day there, illuminated by the rain (when it is darker than it should be) serious and dressed in rainbow colors that appealed to, I dared to speak:
"Hello" - I said.
"Hello, how are you?" - I responded with well above the cheekbones.
"Well, how about you?, Are you okay?.
" No, I just noticed my lack of joy that all mentioned "- I said calmly and with a voice that was hard to leave the middle of his throat. Comeback
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