hi. how have you been?
do you still remember me?
it's been twelve years. six since our last conversation.
i hope you do remember.
some memories can be painful.
things are not the same. and they never will be.
still, let me try.
Once upon a time, a nursery kid was scurrying all over the playground while his teacher and mother watched on. He kept on falling down and bruising his knees. But he never cried. Seeing this, the teacher motioned to the mother and said, "This boy will go places." This kid is just doing his job.
how can some people be so arrogant? i have been dwelling on this question for the past few days. a few weeks ago, i was driving in obrero. t...
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