T. convinced me to launch a joint and put an end to my exclusive when bottles and glasses. It has a nice apartment in Chorrillos and the Sea of \u200b\u200bGrau is more peaceful than ever framed in the window of hand-painted orange edges. T. gets a bad copy of A Bout De Souffle of while J. Godard her boyfriend, my best friend in the kitchen preparing something. Three nights before she and I drank in silence near the Bridge of Sighs, yearning for our respective breaks, as well as lose, we separated as a group.
drank enough to get to know each other again. This time I knew her better than ever.
T. drinks and smiles with me differently than when it is with J. That night I did not feel the signals I posted below and above the table, until hugging and swaying toward the cute depa chorrillana your door asked me if I wanted to stay to sleep. His roommate , a brunette actress was also possibly a clown, was not home and J. existed outside of his heart after a flood of tears and a thick avalanche of words - that if, for you I have no bed or pajamas - was the phrase I pushed his mattress stressing that J. was crying the past.
of sighs turn to the screams and the Sea of \u200b\u200bGrau was not so peaceful this morning.
When I awoke, the actress and eventually I was looking clown. He gave me the nice apartment chorrillana J. accusing me of betrayal, hypocrisy with my former partner and abuser T. in his helpless state. I told him that as an actress was best clown I put on my underwear inside out and I went without breakfast or morning.
As the hours passed and I was with the missing pieces I am down to three ideas in mind: 1.T. was an extraordinary lover that he forgot with ease, 2. I never loved my ex and 3. I was the worst friend in the world.
Three days later
J. be reconciled with T. and called me excited to thank the advice you gave her when we , you realize how much I loved him, why go out with me was the best he could do to reflect so what thanks friend, for just a friend like you, a true friend get to do what I did, so I hope in the depa chorrillana nice oceanfront Grau for lunch, me, my friend , cook for you.
T. I put a joint in the mouth and lights it. I give a long drag and I feel nothing. Toso
too and my lungs expand. J. and T. smoke, laugh, kiss. I feel nothing. They Godard film covering the window with a large mandala India, leaving little halos of light cut the scene as I feel as if two hands throw my slanted eyes. I repeat I do not feel nothing. Appears Belmondo foreground and I can not stop laughing. In a break think about that bed in which we cast today the three T. and I threw drunken recently, cacherío that would mark his return to the arms of J., and while Belmondo out more with this handsome face silly attempt to say that this is the funniest face I've seen in my life, until at I find flipping stick together in the snout and two fish.
I left them alone and went stone to watch the sea, listening on my mind the mocking laughter of actress-clown who beat me a red nose in one fell swoop.
I took my notebook and wrote " sometimes being honest is a eccentricity." Then I
I went to eat and never in my life.
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