Letters Jennifer told these months we came hard. And I know very well because it was behind the pack, half drunk, but happy, predicting futures. I told him that each was going to start doing their own searches, slowly draw something like the future, but that would prevail our great love. And I turned twenty-two and now we are, as always, but outside of a corporate building where the guards were watching us, thinking we were going to infiltrate Copesa, steal a print of the year is at the entrance, killing a couple of journalists and then run to the subway Ñuble Santiago push to fit in the empty spaces underground void. Happy would have strangled the guy who told us of the goodness of calorie salads of summer, which would allow us to hold the line or at least decency. As if this were not enough to buy shoes that break your feet and try to combine the classic black trousers with a blouse lost in the closet. We got the idea, I think, to meet at happy hour, as vile office, to talk of life as it is passing between little cigars happenings motivators. Unless your presence always excited me, despite the vicissitudes and taxis, I do not want to work and summer I do not want to miss. In the meantime, I dream that we spend a few days of sun, walking on the beach and small last vacation. Sofia
gives second chances, Daniela back on track, things look balanced again.
balances always do when I turn the year and now I forgot, a little overwhelmed by his responsibilities, but clearly thought that on Wednesday, when I went to sleep. It was a busy year, but so good. Since the summer, when we found out shortly Benjamin, now we want to dress to get lots of pictures. The comings and goings of Jen and her inexhaustible desire to believe in that being that finally ended in love and began to forget. Still, I owe an apple kuchen and tea mango. Do not know who you got nothing, because they get paid. Then, Daniela seemed to disappear from the record, until we meet again. And so we passed by the Department of Abate throwing sweets and reconciling with our short years, work, friendship and love, until today where we breathe more relieved. I can not think what else we can expect, except benefits. After a tough year, we can not earn less.
