years now I have to start this posting. Literally years.
I was a victim of polymodal. When I was about to finish 7th grade, the daughter of a whore dump Decibe Susan came up with to end the educational system had and bought in Spain or France, I'm not sure, a system that already had shown that no good but she's so cool that he bought the same. So instead of graduating in 7th grade, I ate two years of absolute nothingness. And in 9th, finally, I graduated. Those three years
did in Saladillo, a place that obviously never visited Dante Alighieri because if he had done his idea of \u200b\u200bhell would have had ten circles.
I have a blackout as to why I enrolled in Accounting. We had to choose between social orientation and Accounting, and swore by Chingo do not know what led me to choose the latter.
extended to the morning in a room overlooking the courtyard. Wild as myself, I sat back and glued to the window, while teachers spoke of them know what, I watched the blue green patio. The secondary site which was occupied an entire block, the building itself did not meet 20% of the land, so there were trees and grass in bulk.
did not hate accounting, but why not an old entiendÃa was teaching us to keep books of a fictitious company by hand and mechanical pencil No. 5. In other words, it is the Excel. So Tuesday and Thursday morning for four hours per week, I hit a fucking plunger to see The Father's Kairos Farinello.
Until late April the boys in the afternoon shift began to take gymnastics.
All Polimodal had classes in the morning but a social hall, which was in the afternoon. A contraturno is ie, in the morning, had gymnastics twice a week: Tuesdays and Thursdays.
At those times when the old Accounting Standards (amnesia again: I can not remember his name) made us figure out what happened if they did the laundry for a refund of 21% of VAT to a sheet that had not sold this company auto parts store, I watched a blond boy ran.
When the old accounting began to get sick and we began to have free time, I saw a guy running the green-eyed blonde.
When one of those hours off a fellow of the room greeted him, I began to look at the green-eyed blond boy now called Mauritius.
In November I ran to see the principal and said, "Cristina, I shift and turn. I'm a Social Evening." I think I sent a verse that we lived in the countryside, if I was in the evening we would spend less gasoline when traveling, or some bullshit like that. It was absolutely unnecessary to justify, alike.
The director told me I had to pay two subjects, two times each.
For matters had to deliver a fully monographs incredibly stupid things to fart on the evolution of writing or the development of radio in Argentina.
surrendered in December while the two tests. I stayed the same.
New Year's going to go to an aunt in Capital. We had a Fiorino at that time, we roasted a giant pig (more stallion that sucker, really) and we took not only the party but because we were going to stay a week there. Imagine my happiness
out, albeit just for seven days, Saladillo. Halfway
broke the truck. He fused the brofto pringolia, some of those things that only heterosexuals understand rustic. I hated the world when the mechanic said it could not fix, which did not have replacement insurance that would take us back to Saladillo and had to wait X days until the replacement arrived. Above
I had come by bus and foot, because insurance could only carry three people.
In order not to spend the New Year with my grandmother's family (because if there is anything worse than Saladillo saladillense family is my grandmother), we went to spend with a family I know of my old. He
, a dunce importantly, those who do not believe anything until you start sucking wine begin to think there pelotucedes the size of a galaxy. She, poor laburar mine who married the wrong man. The son of an asshole "I know them all" but ate more mucus than I am. The daughter, shy because of his nose but constanemente violent with his family. And had a pet otter, Pamela.
not remember a single thing about what happened at that dinner, God and the Virgin gilda thanks.
do remember that at 12 and 12:10 provide one of us said "Let's walk around the center," which really meant "Get out of here as soon as we can because we are sticking a plunger incredible and so we have a perfect excuse to plead fatigue from the trip and go home frustrated. " We
center, which is actually Saladillo Square where the church, the municipality and some business.
And in the first corner was Mauritius.
Apparently the daughter was known this marriage.
were greeted, we salute you all, I waved to me. I remember Maurice
jabbed me with his beard a couple of days.
His beard, like arm hair.
I felt that if this year began well, what was coming would be better. Had to be, there was nothing that could ruin him. If I had ruined the chances of going to the Capital plans for that night, at the time, Maurice gave me a kiss on the cheek and we presented our (naive that I already knew a year ago who he was), if the armed target that then would be fine.
That was the last start of the year I was so hopeful of something.
Because, as you might imagine, Mauritius turned out to be heterosexual and rather stupid.
and over after I made friends and could not get rid of him or cause to be quiet.
But how nice it was. (It was, because then it was stripped)
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