The Present Will Last a Very Long Time
Eyes flip frantically across spines. Where did that cross my vision? Lost by now. The Book already gone, disappeared.
En la biblioteca
Scanning for PQ6578 or GT7001, leaned over to see the lowest rung of the shelves, searching for that last book on my list for the evening. Bent over with my back, sprung back up, fast in a great arc and momentarily saw a Book on the shelves:
Eyes flip frantically across spines. Where did that cross my vision? Lost by now. The Book already gone, disappeared.
Eyes flip frantically across spines. Where did that cross my vision? Lost by now. The Book already gone, disappeared.
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Anécdota o no, es un buen mini cuento.
El pinche verano ya se ha convertido en una pinche anécdota. Sólo con mucho sudor en la frente logramos posponer lo inevitable. Y falta. Sudor en el invierno.
spooooooky!!!
Ni tan pinche, jotape. Presiento que viene lo mejor, con todo y el sudor invernal.
Orale. Sí, tienes razón, ni muy muy ni tan tan.
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