Long ago, it was beautiful.
had black hair, straight and neat, and at times laughing so hard that you had to watch it.
At that time she spoke in English, and I loaded up a few years. I love to see them communicate with their colleagues in that strange language, each word was closed to me, and she had the key of all.
spent time before seeing her again.
had black hair, straight and neat, and his laughter at times you had to watch it.
now talking about theater and literature, and the words sounded strange in her mouth.
I made a couple of questions, laughed ... we recognized.
remembered that long ago had met someone who looked like him, before I quit, I knew she was part of something that did not exist.
Like many others, his name was brewing in the folds of my memory until it no longer belonged to no face. Like many others, his face was deformed to stop being one, to become a slick black hair.
Recently, I saw her ... had black hair, straight and neat, and laughed in a way that made you look at the ground. It took
acknowledge it came to greet me, and I felt like I was invading the scent of inevitability.
was then told he had never seen a woman so ugly in my life.
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