Sunday, May 8, 2011

Lost Baggage Heathrow January 7 2010

Hundred and twenty. #

left his phone on the table and left.
suddenly began ringing. I do not know what to do. Maybe it was the only time I speak in my life. I got up and walked over to where he was. I was going to say. But no. I turned around and left. Would be the same story. A smile, and give you the ass pretty. I did not want that again.
And so I jumped. With my pride and your phone ringing on the table.

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