point my phone number on a napkin, and always, always avoid anything related to sex, love, 'túmegustasyotegusto' and all that sex sporadic, momentary heaters, etc etc. I can not, beats me.
It is hard not to feel the slightest shit, anti-female and monkish of the world when your boyfriend tells you that this girl was so nice that you tried to throw the quoits as you turned. Or talking with that other girl who seemed so innocent in his many conquests have folleteos list, and how much they needed to get to the hundred. That if logging glances, hinting that if Pascual, if Somebody's niece sent photos of her in moving balls to a guy who just cclass international and that she's in love.
What the hell is it?
I would be less innocent. I would confide least the appearance of people. I would like to be able to try to lift your boyfriend or girlfriend or two-headed dog hip or someone so easily and without remorse. I would stop being so stupidly noble, because here it seems that who hesitates is lost, and I have stepped on the laces and I'm lying on the floor while all quisqui passes over me.
I feel stupid. I'm dumb. Of course, the problem is not that I'm stupid, is that 'the others are too smart. " Oh, sure. I'm watching it, someday all this sexual frustration accumulated endI'll throw exploding and all humanity, at once, in a massive orgy where not able to distinguish where your body ends and another begins, or the sweat dripping on your forehead is yours or neighboring fifth, that adorable puppy plaid coat.
Bah, fuck, I'm too angry.
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