Decode
It remains the only one to talk to me.
The only one to greet me, expecting to be alone, to enter in confectionary, to smile, exchange a few words ... and then give me good night. As if something really cares.
obviously did not care, however, believe the opposite is fantastic.
Today by mistake I Gragg with a tool. I had to run away because his hand on my e. ..
"Simon?"
"He is not here .."
"Where is he?"
"I do not know, Jason ..."
"Why you don ' t know? "
" Hey, do not start to speak like Fabien ... "
" Say me idiot, but not Fabien, ok? "
andavoo Yesterday I was very busy and travel.
"Jason, can I have the chees dressing please?"
-Open the refrigerator, hands me the bottle and begins to indicate-
"You have to shak-"
"Yes, I know. I'm not italian idiot ... "
-I was running, as he responds to my indignant indignantly-
" Hey, I'm just double check! "
After five attempts beccrlo alone for ; chiedergi excuse, Simon realizes touch of my joints and pastries in the Oak Room. I do courage and tell him. A simple
excuse for how I responded. Imagine, nothing happened.
She smiles again.
The correct answer is: If you are
man at all ...
In fact, she is a woman.
But I can certainly give it the right answer .... so I will keep for me.
I could not understand why these words spin around in my head, and then I remembered:
My thoughts you can not decode ...
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