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Born and raised in a small town in Albacete, Higueruela. My parents gave me the best of educations, going to Mass on Sundays and sometimes on weekdays. I helped my mother with household chores while my father worked in the bar, and it instructed us to my sister and me Fede morning. He did not want us to go to school because I had a problem with the teacher, Mrs. Hermenegilda, associated with some land. School children picked on us for being rare.

My mother died in an accident while milking a cow. It was terrible. Then I was twelve, and my sister six years. My father started to come back later than usual, sometimes brought women. I had to take care of my sister, and she had to do with me.

My father left home, leaving us with Fede and me alone. It did not feel, it did not change anything except the fact that I had to start working for Don Colungo all day. Fede

got me every night with a smile on his face, was it worth all the work. I realized that I loved her. One day I took her hand and asked him to be my wife. Don Camilo did not give us permission, but we did not care because we had a party discreet and intimate. We spent some wonderful years, but we needed something, we felt lonely. Think about having children, so that, as mother said she did, we decided to write to the stork to take our son at Christmas. We waited patiently for months but never received anything.

decided to go there, to Paris to personally ask the stork that made us this favor. Save for a year and a couple of days we were in the city of love and children. The people spoke strangely, thought it would be the cold climate of the area, so we had to find apañárnoslas.

the third day, sitting on benches in a large square in front of a large church, we saw it. Flying high and fast, with a very majestic. Fede and I jumped up and started making signs and shouting that she wanted a pelirojita and freckles. He left as quickly as it came, so we wondered if any effect surti. We turned to sit and wait patiently for the outcome.

stayed another week. Federal suggested going back to Higueruela. Our child had to be there, he said, but I dissuaded, saying it would make sense that we deliver it in Paris itself because it would save fly such a distance.

saw the eighth day. We were in a department store and the girl with red braids on the sides and freckles covering her two rosy cheeks, we were approached while babbling something very scared. Fede and I embraced with tremendous joy and began to jump and close to our new daughter with kisses. Fede wept, and also the girl when we took her to the car after the big celebration.

Mercedes call it, and who kept shouting something like meg. We are very happy, and we're saving for the second.

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The house went to pick up at ten after eating half an hour of traffic. "Upload" she said at the intercom. I opened the door and was with a towel on his head. "It did not take anything." "Do not worry, no hurry" when what he meant was "you knew he was coming at ten for a couple of days and what have you?". I waited patiently sitting on his couch while listening to the soundtrack of her hair in three different speeds and my mind fantasized about opening the door shut and take it right there in the lavatory, his head still wet and water droplets down her body. "Do not worry, do not worry."

hour and fifteen minutes after we took the car and went to Le Petit Bistrot. She likes the French. "Okay, whatever you want, but I hate that kind of pijadas. I wore jacket and shoes, but I took them off once sat under the table because they hurt me behind. The table had cloth napkins and tablecloth and many covered on the sides of the dishes. We cognac, was optimistic and thought it would be worthwhile. "You look beautiful, but wore too much makeup. A glob of mascara streaming down his left tab and his face was as pink pig that looked like Peggy. We laughed at their jokes for two hours and told a few stories about how I met Bill Gates at a business dinner and the importance of the euro in the crisis which we live. Women love that kind of chatter, I was always fascinated listening. "Really?". It involves learning an article full of jargon and with a political tinge.

I paid. Expected to be offered it for a few seconds to discuss who would pay the bill, but did not bother too much stress. It was the salary of a working week, and I have not yet passed the pension to my ex-wife because I can not afford. Instead of complaining about who you should rethink both kids loose to not do it again with a seller of magazines.

strolled a while. She told me stories about a certain Manolo and his shoes, which must have been a travesty of those, and I said, and verse compresses their criteria for choosing the day of the cycle as they are. I nodded. "Uh huh, uh huh." "Wow, really?" While thinking about what it would be bare by the curves marked after the night's red dress. Would wasp waist? Navel come from? "Uh huh" Stretch Marks? Stubby legs? A mole on his chest? Bunions?

I behaved like a Victorian gentleman and brought him home. He took the keys to the portal. expecting a "You go? "That never came. "I've had very good about," he said before he left. I stared at her and my eyes told him that my mouth had been silent all night: "Let me." She looked away shyly. "I hope you sleep well," she said, but was thinking how silly waste of money. I said goodbye with a kiss on the hand, but what a bitch. I ate boogers. The worst thing is that we are back to stay next week because he wants to teach her new manicure and I found another article to be learned.