DE MIRAR A LA VIDA A LOS OJOS ( DI ADIÓS CON LA MANO MI PEQUEÑO!)
El final se volvió sospechosamente claro, su pecho iba a atravesar la meta y se detuvo. Acababa de comprender que ganar no era llegar el primero, y menos si sabes a donde has de llegar. Ganar era llegar a algún lado, daba igual el puesto, venciendo a la eventualidad, salvando todos los riesgos y por supuesto, viviendo, que era de lo que se trataba
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So I get online and I have started to read more about your story... you "artist that likes inspiration".. and here is what I have come up with... I really think that you should be writing HAPPY stories... because you are a HAPPY boy... with a smile continuously plastered (put on) your face. Therefore, writing like a mini Edger Allan Poe isn't what I think that Billy should be doing... but hey, that is just my take on it. Have fun at practice.. you are gunna get SOAKED (very wet)... lol.
Cara
ps- I had the afternoon from hell.. try being forced to read at 24 page typed story of Jaime's... AND having you really close and breathing on your neck for like an hour while you are forced to edit it... GROSSSS.. haha talk to you later
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