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That situation demasiao

No, bolu! I said I can not go with you! I have to go do a laburito. Since I leave my father is in me. I do not like Rosa. I'm a mess when they come to find the rates to the corner! Especially the fat bastard next Friday. It's a fucking slob, but it pays well ...

"Rosa? It is a year older than me. And turned 16 ...

Y. .. yes. It gives something a while before they come. Said that if banks do not suck.

My old? No! What is going to say! She wants to bring the twine. But we shit to death.

What? Did not I had told my dad?

Do you remember the doctor who came to the clinic and helped us so much? Well, one day I told my old man was not laburo and told him to do some work on your garden.

Since that time my old man emputeció with it.

One day I said we were going to sneak.

I rang the doorbell, and when I opened immediately recognized me. And that just went into my old with the pear. We took

everything we could. Then he took her to the bedroom and said "you stay here!". I fuck I said no, but I said I did not understand that men have needs. I could hide in front of me, the bastard!

Then he went out and I got the shoelaces and tied his hands. We climbed into his car and went to the camper.

The down and shot him. Yes, I panicked a little. So far only had toiled and some other kick some infeí. But it was not bad.

grabbed the phone after mine and called to the old. He said he got some mangos and we went shopping.

Is this? No! Did you see how good is he? This is what a disservice I brought a few days ago at the intersection of Lomas. Cute kid ... Blond guys and blue eyes. I thought he was laughing at me, and pretty much anchored. But the very idiot put his hands on his face and began to mourn. I got almost to pity.

few days after the Utes fell to me and took me. My old man was at the station. They told me if I was not talking too attached ... And I I beat it.

And now I go out. So I go, because he's a guy who goes every Monday to the cashier to make twine.

Chau, skinny. I'm late ...

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Today I read an email sent to me by my friend Fabian on the situation of many children in the world. It's creepy.

But I can not with my genius.

heartbreaking when I see these images I can not stop thinking about our country.

The same thing happens when talking about pollution or that there were brothels in Paris last year, to cite some examples.

seems that it is easier to tear their clothes in front the computer screen and say "how terrible!" while at left, we crossed the sidewalk when it comes to some morochito.

While we think it must be painful sores of the guys that turn the bricks in the sun in Kenya (I think) we light up all the antennas in front of a small group of boys in the village and we fear being robbed and seriously or hurt us. While

cut the bridge that connects us with Uruguay over the paper we look at (but not smelling) Creek, also a short 30 blocks from the Casa Rosada. To say nothing of the bins we have in our country (such as Mission, is proven to produce cancer in the nearby town).

look on the news how the French (as glamorous them) arming terrible quilombos in the streets of Paris while we can not move properly through the streets of the capital due to picketing, marches and other herbs.

I am a convinced that charity begins at home. And we must leave us the fuck criticizing others (we are experts for that) and start looking at us a bit. The first step to solving a problem is recognizing it.

It may be a dreamer like John Lennon, and fortunately I'm not alone.