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"A Noite chora sozinha, it can never meet the Sun. "
Every morning, the young man rises, takes his bath, do their morning exercises and go to the bakery, buy bread for his mother cooks breakfast for her and will be changed, it is almost time to go to school. His mother calls him to talk. Congratulations, you come to school late again.
He comes to school and go to your class, see your teacher giving an earful to his students, like all day. Politely asks permission before entering. No response. Without education. He sits without speaking to anyone else. He thus prefers. It takes some time to look where their "friends" are. Balance head, say "hi."
He is crestfallen. Normal. Probably no one knows why, maybe not him.
He is writing nonsense in your notebook. Before he drew, but over time realized that was not cut out. Not a knack for anything!
"Did you see the frightened?"
Thoughts come and go in his head, still crestfallen and probably only had become more active after someone come talk to him. Arrived - "Let's eat"
"You hear the falling bombs?" He has improved
not know if it was the food, physical activity, the "conversation", but now he moves, even speaks a little ...
"Have you ever wondered why we had to seek shelter ..."
They ask what happened, why so sudden happiness. He does not say! In his phone message arrives.
"I miss you! Kisses. "
is all that is written does not need anything else, their number has already denounced who he is, but in fact he did not need to.
"When the promises of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?" He just
smiles, lets out a sound. Meaningless. Dadáico. But for both the sound had more sense than any other word. "Nha". He feels as if she heard from far away, it corresponding to your calling. An emotional reaction much muscle that he might know. "She is hugging a pillow?" - He wonders.
"The flames were gone long ... But the pain continues. "
Your moment of fantasy was over, his smile is still there. Today he said his message a little differently than they used to. "I love you too!" - He responds.
"Goodbye Blue Sky."
After another message from her, her day continues, now gay, showy. He feels good, feels her smell, her taste. So feel it's all an illusion. It is unsafe to himself. But know that He loves.
His life continues. Thoughtful! Normal!
"A Noite chora sozinha, it can never meet the Sun. "
Every morning, the young man rises, takes his bath, do their morning exercises and go to the bakery, buy bread for his mother cooks breakfast for her and will be changed, it is almost time to go to school. His mother calls him to talk. Congratulations, you come to school late again.
He comes to school and go to your class, see your teacher giving an earful to his students, like all day. Politely asks permission before entering. No response. Without education. He sits without speaking to anyone else. He thus prefers. It takes some time to look where their "friends" are. Balance head, say "hi."
He is crestfallen. Normal. Probably no one knows why, maybe not him.
He is writing nonsense in your notebook. Before he drew, but over time realized that was not cut out. Not a knack for anything!
"Did you see the frightened?"
Thoughts come and go in his head, still crestfallen and probably only had become more active after someone come talk to him. Arrived - "Let's eat"
"You hear the falling bombs?" He has improved
not know if it was the food, physical activity, the "conversation", but now he moves, even speaks a little ...
"Have you ever wondered why we had to seek shelter ..."
They ask what happened, why so sudden happiness. He does not say! In his phone message arrives.
"I miss you! Kisses. "
is all that is written does not need anything else, their number has already denounced who he is, but in fact he did not need to.
"When the promises of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?" He just
smiles, lets out a sound. Meaningless. Dadáico. But for both the sound had more sense than any other word. "Nha". He feels as if she heard from far away, it corresponding to your calling. An emotional reaction much muscle that he might know. "She is hugging a pillow?" - He wonders.
"The flames were gone long ... But the pain continues. "
Your moment of fantasy was over, his smile is still there. Today he said his message a little differently than they used to. "I love you too!" - He responds.
"Goodbye Blue Sky."
After another message from her, her day continues, now gay, showy. He feels good, feels her smell, her taste. So feel it's all an illusion. It is unsafe to himself. But know that He loves.
His life continues. Thoughtful! Normal!
"Goodbye."
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