A nossa história de amor

A nossa história de amor

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É tão estranho como uma pessoa chega em sua vida e joga tudo aos ares, não é mesmo? No caso das borboletas, o bater de asas de uma delas em um determinado lugar do mundo pode gerar uma movimentação de ar que, intensificada, desencadearia a alteração do comportamento de toda a atmosfera terrestre, para sempre. Parece loucura, mas acontece todos os dias, e chamamos de acaso. Meu relacionamento com Regina foi um acaso, nós somos duas borboletas raras Palos Verdes Blue que não deveriam se apaixonar, mas aconteceu. Eu pensava que o futuro já estava escrito, mas ao viver essa história, descobri que tudo pode mudar por uma simples ação que desencadeará um futuro completamente diferente do que você imaginava. Comigo foi assim. Ao decidir passar minha vida toda com Regina, não foi um acaso. Eu realmente quis aquilo. Essa é a história de como eu fui feliz ao lado de minha amada.
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Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty-seven years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? The little dimple faced dude from last night's gender reveal party was in here, by my side, and was... AWAKE. With the most disturbingly cynical smile I had ever laid my eyes on. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his stunned cheek.

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