Amadub was called, but we all knew as Ali and not because that was his nickname. Arrived without More papers was clear his goal, his brief stay on the island and the direction we take. For now supplemented his identity to Ali, to start a new life after her emotional breakdown that made him cross to the other side. He enrolled in school Guanarteme official languages, as Ali (and Amadub) lived on the street Cid.
His height was about two meters and had difficulty finding shoes that pair of 48 which was feet. He looked younger by fat dripping skin and gave it smoothness.
From the first time I saw him I tried to touch her face, the softness that we foresee in him calling me. Y. ..., how apañaría to me if, among other things, the height difference was already a problem, even for the air does not take the words on the road and be intelligible language? I love challenges!. That thought made me laugh and trying to strive further in that crusade. I am well!, Some o. ... Morruda enough and ask him to heaven that I can not insert anything in the head!. I like the textures, smells and colors, and Ali was a compendium of all this, how am I going to punish? I thought. hehe.
waited to be seated in that class soulless. Our first day of class, 15 seats and a tiny window high enough to that Amadub spot outside and I sensed what was behind walls. Yes, my stature in many cases encouraged the development of my creativity and imagination and allowed to give color to the reality that often did not leave the grayscale.
I went to an empty chair, and although I had to go near him, I managed to look like stilts that had been tangled in mine, stumbling knowingly. "Pardon" he said. "Took place" I said with a smile. Looked at me with surprise (there were few French words I knew, but in many languages \u200b\u200blearned to apologize as a strategy, as a blunder post was part of my life.) The next step was easy. I knew that I would understand, "you have a lint on the front" and ... Goal achieved!. I like to take it off gently enough to check if the texture was exactly as I imagined and ... Gentlemen, I was short! Ali for me was "Peach Skin." gave a little start and the expression on her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise (as if in their country, women do not dare to touch the man, thought and quietly answered me ,.... in mine either lol) .
not remember if that day's class gave us a teacher, only that we looked at several times sideways, crossing shy glances and removing them when we realized that the other was bent on the same feat. I remember feeling that I sensed where he mixed the strangeness, the trouble or maybe some anger. That was enough to cheer that tedious afternoon and smile at myself every time I came her image. Shy
looks!, Hehe. What he was as shy was his not wanting to be noticed by their undocumented status, which I was a shy, was ... rather a form of flirtation that women sometimes use to show in some sense. The reality was very different from that appearance, shameless was a feature of our bone.
His height was about two meters and had difficulty finding shoes that pair of 48 which was feet. He looked younger by fat dripping skin and gave it smoothness.
From the first time I saw him I tried to touch her face, the softness that we foresee in him calling me. Y. ..., how apañaría to me if, among other things, the height difference was already a problem, even for the air does not take the words on the road and be intelligible language? I love challenges!. That thought made me laugh and trying to strive further in that crusade. I am well!, Some o. ... Morruda enough and ask him to heaven that I can not insert anything in the head!. I like the textures, smells and colors, and Ali was a compendium of all this, how am I going to punish? I thought. hehe.
waited to be seated in that class soulless. Our first day of class, 15 seats and a tiny window high enough to that Amadub spot outside and I sensed what was behind walls. Yes, my stature in many cases encouraged the development of my creativity and imagination and allowed to give color to the reality that often did not leave the grayscale.
I went to an empty chair, and although I had to go near him, I managed to look like stilts that had been tangled in mine, stumbling knowingly. "Pardon" he said. "Took place" I said with a smile. Looked at me with surprise (there were few French words I knew, but in many languages \u200b\u200blearned to apologize as a strategy, as a blunder post was part of my life.) The next step was easy. I knew that I would understand, "you have a lint on the front" and ... Goal achieved!. I like to take it off gently enough to check if the texture was exactly as I imagined and ... Gentlemen, I was short! Ali for me was "Peach Skin." gave a little start and the expression on her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise (as if in their country, women do not dare to touch the man, thought and quietly answered me ,.... in mine either lol) .
not remember if that day's class gave us a teacher, only that we looked at several times sideways, crossing shy glances and removing them when we realized that the other was bent on the same feat. I remember feeling that I sensed where he mixed the strangeness, the trouble or maybe some anger. That was enough to cheer that tedious afternoon and smile at myself every time I came her image. Shy
looks!, Hehe. What he was as shy was his not wanting to be noticed by their undocumented status, which I was a shy, was ... rather a form of flirtation that women sometimes use to show in some sense. The reality was very different from that appearance, shameless was a feature of our bone.
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