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Hello. I thought he would never answer.
I remember one of the last few times I stepped Florentino, an hour ridiculously early, as usual, one of those weekends of my life over the past few years. And How Not To Look inmutarte at all by my brand new red hair when I suddenly saw, or rather I said a "hmm yes it is normal" or "yes, it suits you, and then you left because something was wrong with some wires and amplifiers , or you just came to skewer me, who knows. Or to think it was basically that this night would be a drummer 'outstanding' (which I later learned was you) and it was more stressful than it usually is to play in a place open to the public, with all your friends / acquaintances / not so friends / enemies / total 'x' waiting for the right of the concerts, the better. That day were exactly like Alex Kapranos, you know? with that leather jacket. What I can say!, Re-chu-pe-te. I think it was "it" this time, your new girl name lenses and Frenchy, and I remember that I told my friend how jealous I was to see her, or talking to her ear to tell what the hell then things boyfriends I guess, easy pure filth.
I confused two completely different nights. But it's not my fault, they played too many times (or perhaps very few) in Florentino. What such times.
And if we're not so far as to say
and would like to talk to you,
can you?
Babe, It's Time We Give Something new to try,
Oh, alone we May fight, just so you us be free.
PD: Me gusta leerte, casi siempre.
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