met a girl at McDonald's and was speechless. It was recently. I went, I ordered salad and bacon burger, then it all began very fast. From the table saw that would have twenty or at most twenty-two. Young, yes, pretty on all sides, with a hairnet and a cap above the athlete made it look like given the office of French fries. Three clients spoke to him, let loose at point-blank phrases, and how she reacted I thought of three sons of bitches. That a man courting a woman, okay. To do so as it grows a garden, with touch, tenderly, with heads held high and with respect. Will it shoots. But they gave the impression of grass mixed with alcohol pure and simple sadism. Three crown jewels made a weekend there in front of a beautiful girl and helpless, to drool over the bar and herself.
She was a cocoon, of course, beaten by winds of superb weather knew how. At this point, to defend maidens because a trio of beasts abuse their male status is not that I lose sleep or anything like it. But I could swear that a minute and blew us the fuck all. Many people think that we are human and now. That such a quality sufficient to grant certificates of proficiency. Any life, human precisely because it is also sacred. And I say let them go to hell, that human life is striving to hurt any less sacred and has less respect than many stray dogs. To them, most of the time their spare dignity, are in fits and canyons in the world, with life on their backs and sore spine, making theirs to swallow a morsel of food and carrying his bones with the verticality of the case. I have a personal issue with these guys. Ward males me nauseous, and seeing them in the Mac doing what they did I wanted to run blood. Theirs.
lists are created, the smartest in the class. And suppose that God hangs the scrotum. This mob has taken on the task of convincing the immortality of the clearing, and her superiority over anyone. I thought of a Colt, a Magnum, pum pum, and take home to pay them roses. Human life is fragile, a petal or a murmur, and know it makes us shake up the tabs, requires more than a bar, a cash register and a girl harassed by coyotes. Life is fragile, and it would at least defeat, just a misplaced nut, a screw out of place, a virus that enters and catches us or drunk driving that leads down the middle for turning the best omens, that we assume we are protected, and send us to hell forever in hell. The three emerged from the night relaxed even realize what life can be, of course, that you insist on wasting, or death. Mac
She played along and moved forward. Stood up, she was a woman and was a man, resisted, entire fencing artist, a magician's cape. I asked her name, Clara, that I said. Four things, four things mumbled and finally left. I felt some embarrassment, I should break my neck trying to break them, I thought. I asked the favor of accepting an ice cream. When I was refused and raised my index finger, bringing it to his lips, in a kind of clarified that it would pay a whisper of vanilla, you know, Clara, to take it when you finally go play. Then I jumped. Outside those three drank from the bottle.
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