From: deathboy01@hotmail.com
For: hottie-sunshine@hotmail.com
Subject: Parlo italiano, ma no sono nato in Italia
I wasn't born in Italy. My mom was Italian and while dating her, my dad learned the language. He raised me here, in Rock Springs, speaking Italian to me then, speaking Italian to me now. In some twisted way, Italian is my "native" language. I had to learn English when I entered Kindergarten.
Did you call yourself my mom, Solace? That is weird, I'm older than you are.
I can't drive yet, even with three cars in my house. The thing is, the first one belongs to my stepmom, Persephone (and I don't touch her stuff), the second one has a dysfunctional carburetor, and the third is my father's (it's automatic, so I won't do much learning). The only option left would be a driving course, but I lost enthusiasm.
I told you I had my notes complete! I'm not so lazy. I even pasted images. There'll be a new lesson next Tuesday, right? At least I know I don't want to be an obstetrician. 🙃 🔫
The only feline tongue that I've touched was my cat's when I was 10 years old. Pity, we discovered I am allergic to cats and we had to give it away. Have you ever had a pet?
Ps: I like McDonald's more for the fries than burgers or nuggets. On the other hand, I loved the spaghetti on its entirety.
Ps2: I'll be waiting for that lasagna
Ps3: When I think what do I want to be in the future, my brain can only picture a black doodle.
Ps4: I thought that it was obvious I'm attending your birthday party. I'm your friend, I wouldn't miss it.
Ps5: Ignore my sister.
Ps6: I e-wrote today instead of yesterday because I had to wait 'til Clarissa explained herself.
Ps7: I broke the record of postscripts. 😎
17:59 pm, 04/06/2019.
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Hi!! Just announcing that from now on I'll upload either on Mondays or Tuesdays. Also, this is the part where the author decided that this fanfic is happening in the US.
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It's curious the way destiny plays. Two peculiar people among others and related to each other can live in the same space for an hour each week and not know of the existence of the other. Until there is a break in the routine of one of them and the...
