Fun Welcome Letters For Wedding

Young Folks (Poco) Confronting the monster

(More fiction than fact. But believe what you want)

Pedro is 16 and I 26 but he looks 20 and I 22. And we all know that two years fly.

consistently arrives late, and never apologizes or seems to care.

sits in front of me with the desktop in between and a half smile on his face still asleep. He then starts to take off some clothes, jacket, diver big hooded pullover finite, to be with a black shirt Pink Floyd, which fits naturally moving the shoulders.

In the process, I take this opportunity to look him in the abdomen 30 cm to see him briefly. Pedro smells like a second Axe in each armpit and cigarette, even if it's quarter past eight. Should smoke in the door, just before entering.

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quickly and quietly. Never take notes or highlights a paragraph. Never has pencil or pen, and between the covers full hotmail address of its damaged folder, a few leaves loose dance number 3 different brands.

Study subjects without much respect, as I believe they should be studied. When asked, in a few minutes and you know the French Revolution, its stages, its importance. Know that the Holy Alliance emerged from the Congress of Vienna and is a conservative organization that wanted to restore absolutism. But immediately clear that society had changed and would not accept a return to the Kings.

and still ended up pretty fast a half hour. There is time to talk.

I realized then his parents separated and he says in passing that you have to shave every day and cook for him and his sister. Both, of course, are a letdown.

Sometimes referred to neighborhood friends and his former girlfriend, the owner of the book you use.

also says he does not want to study but to work or have an Internet. He once said something nice about my hair or my glasses and my seriousness lapidary should have been more revealing than any possible answer quinceañera.

him in hand, laughing mischievously, showing teeth. He knows he's cute and feel comfortable with it. I'm surprised that I like, so classic and high, as actor of telenovelas Did I say that I like? No, obviously not like me. I only use one hundred percent of my tiny share of power and openly look as if I was a fifties and he divorced and my beautiful redhead hustler than twenty years. If you notice, the better.

_Entonces, you know who was Marx?

_ A philosopher who says something of equal classes?

I laugh and do not leave me. I think he's a genius.

_Bueno, see tomorrow.

_Mañana is Saturday.

Every time I think of teachers, I remember Miss Rottenmeier and Ms. Sanz. I would love to be like them. Miss Rottenmeier, an authoritarian and virtuous governess, and Miss Sanz, suffered and delicately so poor. I, however, a big girl and loves Pink Floyd, smoke in the morning and would like to have Peter on the Msn to make proposals from time to time.

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I spoke twice in five years. The first was in 1999, wondering if I could sell a book in English, and the second was in 2002, wondering if he had sold ten tickets to By Pass. In both cases, my answer was no, whispered with fear as she turned around and airy and would talk to another person.

The most remembered of Florence on the day that seven years later I saw in the supermarket, was the same as anyone could remember had known since age 13 and older: her boobs. In fact, the first day of first year, while the others we were with our Bow-Tie and embroidered pullovercitos all equal, those tissues that cost fourteen dollars machine Home Mara, she happily walked around the yard with a worn white sweater and a black bra underneath obvious lasciviously.

We were divided into two courses and she and I were each in a different one. Of course, me at her B and A. Never got to know in depth, and my ignorance about who was really impossible to climb onto a pedestal, took her to places I never know, the deified to fear, because it was powerful, and do whatever he wanted with the world and me. People spoke of his icy stare, his mocking laughter and outbursts of Queen permanent affected.

Her beauty was extreme and classic, an actress on the carpet red. The straight black hair, blue eyes, skin and naturally beautiful hands. There were other beautiful girls, finest, quiet, intelligent, reserved. Florence was not one of those things. was a whirlwind of hysterical screams and laughter that echoed through the halls. She was beautiful and was quite willing to point it out every second. Was famous and enjoyed it the most, their fans and their slaves, roses delivered at recess and party invitations for larger people.

could not be in school a person opposed to it than me. Yes, of course, were the two nerds, ugly and completely ridiculous of course, Daniela and Flavia. I bet you all remember them. I, however, was not even ugly nerd. Nothing was itself an average of seven, a mouse of a meter forties without curves, grace, hair or any style. A girl (or rather, a child) of common features and expression faded hair almost always afraid. It was not known, even by losing or stupid. I did not understand much of anything, he spoke little, leaving normal, had a boyfriend in the neighborhood that nobody knew. And none of that seemed to bother me.

When we finished school, Florence, which was all nails, eyelashes, makeup and heels, leaving university with a rich blond that would pick on her father's truck. In March I moved and I stopped her. The university faces pictured in Buenos Aires, studying a design, hobnobbing and taking with the most top, traveling abroad, taking out his own brand of watches, in short, imagine holding the life that seemed destined from birth . Meanwhile, I spent a few inches to grow and learn a few things. I studied communication, I had friends, lived alone, let me grow hair. I bought a wave, I came very expensive and it still works pretty well. This winter I returned a few days to the anniversary of my parents. I went to the supermarket to buy bread and some wine. Almost at the exit, Florence offered me a glass of Interlagos, he was promoting mineral water from a cardboard stand. The heat had me thirsty, and decided that, despite how ridiculous it might seem a promotion of water, try it. My eyes collided with his face strangely familiar and unsettling. It was still very beautiful, though perhaps not as high, not as fresh as possible. He had dark circles and sagging shoulders a bit, but it may just be the blue shirt who did not favor. I smiled for the first time in this time, and I realized it was because I did not recognize and just wanted to sell the water. I finished my drink and thanked him quietly. I could not stand another moment with her and hurried out without more.

When I turned around, a very attractive man greeted with strong affection and she laughed and chattered. Remained famous, and I do not. Resentful, I felt pathetically happy for a moment. I wondered if it was his decline that was comforting, but a few hours later I realized that the issue was simple and child: she, that monster, and not scary.