Love meets 7 years, neither you nor I are to blame for today is today. "It was a rainy night of November ...
" Damn. topicazo go. How do you think of starting a story like that? As if there were nights in the world and you were not to find yours. A fucking night to be your night and the damn rainy night in November. Take eggs, give life to the story, tell me what it was like, man, the night you live in the story ...
I remember your voice mixed with mine on the handset, viscose saturating the wireless telephone misunderstanding, the drops rattled against the glass with a chubby, serious sound, and how the world suddenly made me understand and sterile.
-Ya. But it was so.
- Yes?
"If it was a rainy night of November ...
- And?
"And I was missing.
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