This post is for you, F.
you that when I was a poor high school freshman coach teases me, embarrass me wondering who was the better player between you and your friend tanned. You who were so nice and I would sit in the back row and the you were skipping a lot without even looking after those like me who would sit in the middle and not in front to try to appear less geek. Regardless of me who had already glasses to the bottom of the bottle, the unit and do not yet know the spell circles cover-illuminating.
F. You, you're not grown a few inches from your 18 years, and then you stayed a plug, which you fill inciccionito and you still have too much hair gel. You that every time I bring the pictures to develop the jokes I make about what's in the photos. "Did you graduate? What good girl, you could invite to the party though. Well come on, you always have time for a toast ".
F.; but go vaaaaa.
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