is greeted with this schifossissimo (and very short on your luck) post René Castor. From the next pull just sighs of relief and go back to vote for Aida
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One of those strange evenings ...
That damned air conditioning did not want to decide to work properly.
knocked with his open hand on the box that had an answer for puffy strange.
I had to decide to call a technician.
"Honey ... come and run here ... there is you that day that I had met Father Christmas ... then that was your father," the cheerful voice of my mother, Rene, had come from the small living room of my loft, I came back in with holding a tray full of mojito that Lucas had prepared, best friend forever ... forever playmate and pranks.
I looked at him tenderly as he threw on the couch between my brother, Jake, and the arm ... until he decided to come to me to hug me behind so I could get around the brushes I wore as a child.
It was a strange night ... dedicated to remembering the past, a dip between the memories and melancholy.
Mom was all excited and kept her father embraced on the couch while sipping a glass filled with ice that had just passed.
I reached to get one and lay down on the back. I loved my house! My mother is a bit 'less, he said that I could find a home closer to her and, above all, I could find it in a less infamous. Not that he was so infamous, nothing compared 5th Avenue ... but I liked it. It was like me: Vivid, dark, funny and messy.
The thoughts I had were driven away from the URL of my mother at the sight of a picture with my brother all my dirty ice cream.
My childhood was very happy ... I do not remember the first years of life, when my father was not there, when everyone thought he was dead ... my mother said it was an angel who watched over me, but had not gone so far from reality as it always was worried about me, although from a distance.
but I still remember the first time I saw him and mum, with tears in his eyes, told me that this man tall, handsome with dark hair, was my father.
I looked at him fascinated, but then, to that of my least, I had left to take from shyness and not utter a word with him ... except for the following days fall in love (so to speak) of my father over time.
Now is the figure of reference for me ... I love it!
was after a photo of my parents' marriage ... she was beautiful! Rene
shone its light on that day. They were married in that park where my father had given her appointment, dressed in white with flowers in her hair ... it was fantastic. And my father was as beautiful as ever.
I was small, just three years, to remember exactly ... but I remembered that day very well because he was happy to see them under the altar filled with fresh flowers and emit a sweet scent in the air.
A year later she was pregnant with Jake ... I had responded well to the news, I liked the idea of having a playmate ... and it was even though, in elementary school, I met Lucas and from then on we were inseparable.
Always together, whatever we had to do, wherever we were going. It was my second brother.
fact, there are several pictures of the three of us together.
One thing that was absolutely adored, in the winter evenings, to run both, me and my brother in the room of my parents and stay with them, the warmth and watch TV or play ... Dad was what we used to sweat most obviously forcing us to make us fly.
I still miss those times long gone.
The school had always been my Achilles heel ... I preferred to spend time with Lucas playing cops and robbers ... both wanted to join the CIA or FBI. Probably because I had always ammirrato dad and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Jake however was never attracted to this work, has always preferred to work ... if there was a quieter computer and was even better in the end made her becoming a programmer for games. Assassin's Creed is the work he is most proud of.
But back to the times of the primary tasks were a tragedy ... and my mother was forced to Starmie on him constantly for me to fulfill my duties at school. The thing was obviously not acceptable to me as a child at play and to dream of becoming an FBI agent.
In all this Lucas has always been present in my life ...
During adolescence he had made of cooked and raw. He always gave me shoulder and I was same.
Everyone thought we were a couple and still happens.
But to me it almost bothered me ... precluded the possibility of being noticed by the girl I like ... although in the end, I could always see me in some way. And when things went wrong there was Lucas, ready to catch me.
Once, perhaps because by then everybody said, we tried to give us a kiss ... more for fun than for passion.
"Let's try ... maybe we like and we can put together!" He said ... I had simply nodded and I had extended to him ... we were kissing ... and then we had disconnected the air with disgust. No, absolutely not wrong.
We had a lot working together we went to do the course in the police ... he had even done what the Marines and I had followed shortly after.
It took years of training but in the end ... I realized my dream agent Aida Castor. CIA agent.
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