Navy Blue Mules
Near Cape of Nice, after a agachon of 8mns to 49m deep, it has finally presented to me. She was beautiful, plump and wish to mine the radiant spring morning on the coast. RHAAAA! 6:00! The time of the crime! Mine puffy with sleep interrupted, I prepared my business and FILAIE the English to the famous Cape of Nice, where the faithful Albert, his musketeer. On the beach of the reserve, in full battle dress, it was launched optimistic. we saw sars, mules, but too fast for us at first. After a few runs at the same place, there. changing area, and the turning of a block, I see something pretty big, dark gray with a 40s of cm, between two rocks. He slipped below before I could do anything. it must have been one. There have been several times this school of bream, and after two misses, I fired the second, but smaller in the mesh. A small mullet agachon to mark the end of this fishery 4:00. Near Cape of Nice, after a agachon of 8mns to 49m deep, it has finally presented to me. She was beautiful . . . . Uff, that seriously that those nails were a great pass, that will more than clothes hangers tie, however marble were, seemed made to tie, I dunno, navy blue mules or horses, through a string or something, I'm telling you that they and the hangers were but that much singing, especially at first, but then, like everything else, you'd get used and forgetting what funky and even began to see the useful side without realizing it, you you saw one day using one of them, leaving some of your stuff there and then, with classes and with the days and others were spending more and more to hang, and there were so many, did not care the least go filling, I remember I was already using only five or six, because it had many, a whole wall almost full, and a classroom as the Tungsten chub over, so as not to freak out, and going well but total removal of that hung upon them if they wanted, that no one said anything because the wall was on the other side of the blackboard and the desks and hindered zero. And it was fixed so that the teachers did not care for anything about it, and you had carte blanche to use what you want, not just how much you seem to hang clothes or backpacks or duffel bags, or whatever, but for leave it there all the time you leave the ball, as it happened to me with a navy blue mules wool sweater, which I do not know how long I had it, I wore it one day early because suddenly changed course over time with the entry of a cold mass of Central Europe stories or something, and it started raining and getting cold and such, but nothing lasted 2 or 3 days, then immediately turned the sun be hot, but I went back The home jersey, and left him there half bad spot on one of those hanging clothes as large marble. And I was cool I went too the garment forget it, at first only a little, but then I completely, and spent the rest of the course without me hanging around and no one do him the slightest case. And so things stood until it came on the last day of the course, you know, the one in which we collected the notes and evaluations, and then we did go to the dire and Actinium where some of the teachers we let go of these speeches we wanted good summer, and told us not forget to look at and review books and other pijadas . . And I remember that year, that was my way in the tungsten, and other dire when the entire roll that ended the speeches they made us get out of each course Actinium and return to their respective classrooms to collect everything might be on the desks and lockers, as we emphasize again and again, and as if they were living at it, we do not leave anything . . And then, as he picked up my stuff in the Wolfram and such that I realized my navy blue wool jersey that was not how I had been all quiet there on the wall, suspended patosamente a marble pendants 3 cloves of monsters, where he had spent the entire course of the day time change and the emergence of the cold and such. And as I looked for the first time since the test of time, I felt a moment doubting whether to take him, because I tell you I was cool a lot, or leave it there for someone to stay the following year, or the gardener, or cleaning lady or whoever. And I spent a few moments and half doubting, and even I think I did for long without it, but in the end I felt an impulse of affection or I know, and I took down the marble ledge where he had spent the last year and took it to back home, here in any way that I remember that one of the sleeves to be dragged along the ground a few feet, tucked into a ball between the final notes and notes and books and everything else that was out of my my desk and ticket office of the Tungsten, everything that happened the last day of the course, and imagine, in the summer and, with the sun falling in the manner of a grid overturned, and I with the navy blue mules wool pullover half scrapped among my things back, uphill, toward home. . . . ". . .
