Freepono Films Of1940,s

Window

Yesterday I had fallen asleep on the train. Was really tired and palm for 45 minutes. Fortunately I have a kind of clock to wake up one or two seasons before Ezeiza, but the swelling of the eyes I was not going away. I got off the train and ran to get faster to the endless line of buses.

was there I saw her.

while standing in line, which was more or less than fifty people ahead of me, I began to feel the unbearable smell of vomit on the sidewalk. A few feet away was one of those deals where they sell hot dogs and hamburgers and somewhere hence a baby was pretty miserable. The smell was unbearable, so much so that people would ask for a hot dog was being said "Nono, thank you, leave." When he was on the verge of going out came her, Diana, with a water bucket and a broom to clean everything. I did not recognize it right away or to me either. Indeed, I doubt she recognized me later.

walked in flip-flops, rolled up his trousers, a frayed bracelet on his right ankle, his shirt full of oil and bleached hair and did a runner. I saw something familiar, did not know where, until it ran off a low puteada and I saw his teeth. There was a little hole. At that time it was all a marchatrás for my head. That window in the teeth led me to the past. In my 8 years. In my degree

were many guys, so much so that on hot days the teacher preferred to chase us out into the yard to put up with brats forty-six grumpy and smelling the wines. We had the siding, as captains chose two boys, gave them a ball and we played Quemado. I always chose almost last because she was small and very thin, so I burned the first or ignored me throughout the game. Or sometimes worse, I made fun of big teeth or whatever it was (bad guys) I always preferred to watch from outside and play but I had to play just because but the number was odd.

One day I woke with a bad mood. I asked my mother, Dona Pupolina more, let me miss, but my old flatly refused. I made multiple tantrums all the way to school and during the first hour, but did not win anything. And while the teacher took us to play burned. Diana was there, among all the girls, laughing at my tears.

Che, mouse. Do not you come to seek your mom? Your mother will file their teeth every night to avoid being Rayes floor, right? You know what Pokemon are you? Ratata. "You brush your teeth with a mop right? JAJAJA.

Then, when choosing the team, the teacher told me to play and do not cry more or to accompany her to address to talk to the principal. I preferred to keep quiet, because if the tears came to more and called my mom would have better reasons why mourn. I agree that was crying mourn.

A Pupolina not choose it because it is going to spin the ball with his teeth. Also starts to run and leave grooves in the floor.

played everyone. I gave my best and it turned out to be tiny has its advantages. The rest of the guys give me a hard time with the ball because there was less of a person to aim. At the end was like last survivor, with a pass to Gordo Diaz won the game. We went to a little wash hands and face in the bathroom and there was Diana.

What happens is that when we approach Pupolina glare on pallets you left us blind JAJAJA the big teeth you have the mouse Perez became surgeon after going through your house. Now's your fault seal cartons JAJAJA

I do not know which came first or what was next. I do not remember if I gave the first push and then I said "You shut up turd piece of bad shit, daughter of a truck full of whores." I know that the push was terrible and over to treason. She back was to me, looking in the mirror her perfect smile, the same smile that went to the top of the countertop.

remember her crying, I remember running out, I remember my classmates and I remember celebrating the teacher did not mean anything in my house because I had been punished and also because the MESTRA like others knew I acted like any human being acted with significant inflammation in the balls. And yet I have no balls.

still seems to go all in slow motion. There were now two, face to face again after so many years. I waiting for a bus with red eyes like the time after mourn, and she instead scrubbing the vomit of the other, flip-flops. Licking feet from water and gastric juice of others. Our eyes met at a time. At me thought he saw a customer who would get to buy and smiled.

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