If I was not fat and old, I would be giving "cartwheels" or "Machincuepa" as my mom, joy.
The great joy that I get to talk to you, you know. To hear your voice, your laughter, you know, fill me, I'm full of you. Another
contradictions in me. Of you fill me with so little. With the rest I'm insatiable. As too much, sleep too much. Buy or accumulate more things, which sometimes do not get to use.
To all I am intense, I want it now, and I want it my way. I have no patience. But you. For weeks I wanted to hear from you, he wanted to hear, but he did not, dial the phone and hung up. I decided to mark you, but did not. Today finally I could not help. I call but you were not. I expect a quand you call me. I hope! That's unlikely in my despair I'm walking, when I want something. But wait.
I could not help and I called you all I was shaking. But there was no reason, it was you and that was enough, and would have been indifferent, rough, I would have been just as happy.
And with this I have until the next ....
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