Just the other day my mom showed me a box full of odds and ends trimmed I left the house when mother went to live alone and I had forgotten.
The most beautiful things to see were the postcards, some written by people who do not even remember who they are, most written by representatives of the fairer sex.
was a boy my sister made fun of me for what I write now is that high that it does, with a distinctive sour note in his voice that betrays a degree of jealousy. "Gnnn ... .. but look at this, you wrote:" Hello beefy ... "And this:" How are you Paul Newman for Bassopoli. "And get this:" Here the sea of \u200b\u200bpretty boys there are many, but I have not yet found the most beautiful blue eyes of yours "."
was a boy my sister made fun of me for what I write now is that high that it does, with a distinctive sour note in his voice that betrays a degree of jealousy. "Gnnn ... .. but look at this, you wrote:" Hello beefy ... "And this:" How are you Paul Newman for Bassopoli. "And get this:" Here the sea of \u200b\u200bpretty boys there are many, but I have not yet found the most beautiful blue eyes of yours "."
The funny thing is that when I was ggggiovane I had not fully aware of my appearance and the power it conferred. Women foot waterfall at me and I thought it was a problem of low pressure.
What I did not know is that there was between my fans too, Margaret.
E 'was therefore a pleasant coincidence to discover that the intervention of our weekly columnist, the spin doctors Plautmasch professor, was focused on just this issue ....
E 'was therefore a pleasant coincidence to discover that the intervention of our weekly columnist, the spin doctors Plautmasch professor, was focused on just this issue ....
"Good morning my dear Editor.
Please forgive me but I will use my column this Monday for a very special purpose. Like I said by phone this year I went the sea with some of my fellow scientists, including Margaret H, known astrophysicist.
do not know how it is learned that she, naive but likeable young man, now knows all about the love she secretly for years, has for him.
It asked me to deliver them some of his lines. At first I was promptly refused. We are not children of the first academic and higher education, but then I had to give. For both the umbrella that I have repeatedly received is to repay. Margaret this summer he saved my life: I had unwisely taken a bath immediately after lunch with plenty of mussels, squid, octopus and swordfish.
do not know how it is learned that she, naive but likeable young man, now knows all about the love she secretly for years, has for him.
It asked me to deliver them some of his lines. At first I was promptly refused. We are not children of the first academic and higher education, but then I had to give. For both the umbrella that I have repeatedly received is to repay. Margaret this summer he saved my life: I had unwisely taken a bath immediately after lunch with plenty of mussels, squid, octopus and swordfish.
my immense love beautiful now I know you know.
know I love you, long time in silence, suffering. I love you with all of myself, with my every single subatomic particle. Designed to upset the delicate balance of my molecular hemodynamic flow. But I can not help it. To me you have more charm of "'Equation Tolman-Oppenheimer-Volkoff," you have more value to me of the "Theorem of von Zeipel.
You are my love plutonium.
I would have made him happy, very happy. For Christmas is not I would have got a belt all: I would give the belt of Orion. I would have dedicated constellations, galaxies, holes blacks.
I would be your Venus, you my Jupiter. For you I would have filled the "Hertzsprung gap", together we route the immense intergalactic space, visited the "Coma Berenices", crossed the yellow dwarfs, white dwarfs, red giants and visited the Smurfs Blue.
It does not matter if the march of time, cold and unforgiving, is leaving signs up that magnificent body that was once the terror of all the tatami Lombard. I do not care if that stomach, once flat and defined as a sea turtle, now sees the emergence of panic love.
I love you and will always love you. Your
M.
You are my love plutonium.
I would have made him happy, very happy. For Christmas is not I would have got a belt all: I would give the belt of Orion. I would have dedicated constellations, galaxies, holes blacks.
I would be your Venus, you my Jupiter. For you I would have filled the "Hertzsprung gap", together we route the immense intergalactic space, visited the "Coma Berenices", crossed the yellow dwarfs, white dwarfs, red giants and visited the Smurfs Blue.
It does not matter if the march of time, cold and unforgiving, is leaving signs up that magnificent body that was once the terror of all the tatami Lombard. I do not care if that stomach, once flat and defined as a sea turtle, now sees the emergence of panic love.
I love you and will always love you. Your
M.
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