It's quite simple to explain my feelings. Being the only boy in class with 24 girls for 3 entire years is not a picknick. But there's one girl. Miriam Graph. Mysterious and sad. She seems kinda weird to me, but that's supposed to change. I have the honor to sit next to her. She never makes a sound but when she does something deeply intelligent leaves her small mouth. Like "I don't want anymore" or "When I wake up I think about how tired I am". This makes so much sense, but then she turns out to be very melancholic. She tries to stop the tears falling on her cheeks, ruining her makeup - HER MAKEUP! I have never seen so precisely contoured lips and eyes. She looks so perfect. Always. Then I hear something deeply intelligent again. Thinking about her words makes me feeling misunderstood in this world. You may think I exaggerate but Miriam's a mystic animal made by god.
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23 GIRLS, MIRIAM GRAPH AND ME.
Misterio / SuspensoThis is the story about a single boy in a class full of girls and Miriam Graph.
