sexta-feira, setembro 25, 2009


Without fear or ceremony, she aprochead, leaned her head, looked deep into his eyes and asked:
"Who are you?"
Her friends started to laugh and then they were formally introduced.
Months later, she would ask what was the first thing that he noticed on her when they first met. He would say: "your eyes". She would laugh and call him a liar. He would protest. After all, he had no choice at the time.

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