You know? I had woken up in a good mood. I thought today would be the day that happens page.
But when I crossed running the campus, because I was late, I've been talking to some of your friends. You were so smiling as ever.
"You have to listen. It's great!" You cried. The girl was sitting on a bench and looked at you strangely. "What is your name?" "Angel with a shotgun."
Good thing you were back to me, otherwise you would have seen me stumble.
And I believed that hated me. And it may be so, but ... Nose. Maybe that is you end up hating me. Or you may already do so.
Dafne shit. This does not end here.
-A.
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Short StoryCrush: 1. falling in love with someone even though you know it is not love yet. Or that you can not get to never be. 2. An amazing thing that gives you the feeling of nerves and excitement at the same time. 3. shit. An authentic and big shit. Origin...
