Cutaway
Split 1. The beloved
synthesis capabilities (ie: blessed youth )
split the daily life and see my myself, Tuesday at 18.30, to fetch her son nine years in football. Outside are three degrees above zero. And fog.
Following this dialogue.
- Hello Ale, so what are you waiting?
- Mh, no, there will be three minutes.
- But you goose bumps in my legs! Did you get cold?
- But it's there.
- But really? Of 'the truth, only you had the shorts.
- No no one even had the shirt short.
- Come on!
- Sisi.
- Crazy ... but what are you?
- Best.
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Split 2.
DiversAbilmente wonderful (read: poor old) split the
my daily life a second time and discover the intent signed at school to talk with the colleague. The undersigned is behind the door of the Section and gentlemen, I speak, continues to get closer and closer, more and more, senpre more (no, I wanted to kiss, pig).
I can not get away (I have the door that stops me) and I do not want to stop because I am following with much attention what they are telling me. Only that if you close a little more 'I do not see it anymore, because incipient old age.
follows this dialogue:
-Terry, if you approach one more time, 'I do not see you.
- Eh! The problem is that if I leave, I can not hear you.
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