She was awakened with a bitter taste in her mouth this morning, as if the other muggy hot mornings. He had set up his plan for the night, went to a picnic with his friends to have breakfast and later to participate in the theater play where he had a ticket.

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He was very excited about the theater because he had found the ticket for the game he had been waiting for for a long time and had the opportunity to watch the game at the end. How did I forget to prepare my donuts? And I promised the girls that I was dill with dill. Anyway, he won’t be here anymore. But if he does now, he doesn’t have a donut, he doesn’t have a donut like me. What do I do and grow and grow? He got up, washed his face, winced with a leak of palms in his palms. She looked at both her palms long.

He settled down, putting a hand on the other and rediscovering a continent. Hating all moments when the dream does not match the reality; You’re old, beautiful. She was new in this room.

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Before, he lived in a larger house with items of his choice. Now, with one eye in the room for rent. She had to get a job, at least she thought so. No one could keep him here when he found a job here, what a sweet girl coming from that room often denied that he was the host of an island in a permanent white coat nor the neighbors making noises at night. I must get a job.