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The Story

So Paulo, 10 of November of 2003 the Story Beloved, Laura friend history that I will go to count to it is true, happened has three years with Alexander. It pardons me, but I did not have courage of writing counting the fact to it because it was cliente of the problems that faced at the time. You remember you are clearly of the time of the college when we studied meetings with Alexander, Landmarks and the Andria, we formed a group in such a way and; we made many pranks. You and Alexander namorando and I only confusing the meeting, always left together; I feel homesicknesses! It was a tragedy when its parents had decided to change themselves for Rio De Janeiro and as they did not like it Alexander did not want that namoro followed ahead, better knows of this of what I. In the distance it finished with Alexander, it started to use marijuana nothing that the Landmarks, Andria and I said I made with that he reacted and he accepted the reality we were young with only 17 years and we did not know what to make. I tried to enter in counted for Laura telephone, but never it found it in house and I know that its parents do not like me, therefore I opted to writing the letters and that one that asked for again it left that to count me who was pregnant of it when was even so the reply arrived late excessively. In six months vitiated Alexander of it started to be dealing and with the desperation to go to its meeting it stole the money of the drugs, but before arriving at the road it was transferred by the false friends had taken who it to the vice. It does not need to despair itself did not die form six shots had taken that it eat to it to the UTI, but with the favour of God it survived and today it makes six months that left eat it and its name was to the first word that pronounced. .

Currencies For The Boatman

Currencies for the BarqueiroPude sentiz it, were in the other cmodo, the room or the kitchen. Lying in the bed with the eyes still nailed it did not dare abriz them. Air weighed on my body and my breath was gasping, in goes tried to sleep in order to forget that sensation. My veins had congealed, felt a chill in the spine, therefore a shade was smoothing my feet. In a jump I raised of the bed, my wife she was assuntada, it was only one nightmare.? It is all dear good? Yes love. It was not nothing of more, I only had a nightmare.? Scared you me, you were moaning.? He forgives beloved, comes back to sleep. He was not nothing. He finishes to lose sleep, were three hours of the morning.

I raised to take a cup d? water. When leaving the room I was observing the glass of the dumping door of the kitchen, the blackout was left-hand side. I tried to control my tension. My heart still was a little sped up. After a golada d? water I came back toward the bed.

My wife already was sleeping. I hugged it and I nailed the eyes. When I woke up I felt the first sun rays of the day, were seven hours of the morning. My wife slept done a child just born, seemed one anjinho. I kissed its face. When leaving the room I closed the pleated door looking for not to make racket. April the window of the small room of baguna and the room, leaving air to enter airing the house. I was until the room and, before seating in the sofa I bound the television and Playstation II, the image of the Fatal game Frame III appeared in the screen. It was initiating that finished game again after the first time, now wanted to decide all puzzle that it had left stops backwards.