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The heat of May had no mercy. The school day passed between songs, sculpted in station and drawing, of three wits smiling sun, but the skull fully concentrated.
Since the morning, Master Armando had something different. His jokes and routes were still laughing, were sharp and begging every word. There was a more carnal intention.
It's sometimes I'm gotten used to recindate, but today is especially different. I wish it like it maybe, whoever turned me on.
At noon, when they talked to jar of the tea lounge, Armando approached with with two bottles of Coca-Cola in his hand.
Yes, even in the mountains the big corporations are present, one already opened the other closer. For the most stupid teacher, he said openly to me, "Do you think so?" and replied taking the bottle and feeling his fingers brush against me.