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Sidewalk
Filed under NewsDec 11It is plus a Saturday night, I am in house, but I do not have nothing to make. I was thanked by not having no obligation to make in full in Saturday the night, but in the tdio I find that me any activity would toparia for distracts the mind. I decide to go to catch some book pra to distract me, nothing better that a good book to pass the time. Start to read, history seems interesting, however stops, sincerely is without bag pra this. Start to ask itself what I made Saturday the night that I liked this schedule in such a way, suddenly comes me souvenirs of some years behind to remember me what I made. I had mine thirteen years and all end of afternoon of Saturday I went for video landlord games to play, I was very vitiated at this time, however beyond playing another reason existed to go to this place, meets with the friends. For me nothing did not exist better that to go to play if it finds with the friends and later being talking. We went all for some sidewalk, generally the same one, our sidewalk, and there we were talking.
Sincerely we do not talk much intelligent thing, we did not argue on politics or history, more would be that we spoke was on some familiar problem and looks at there. For more information see Keith Yamashita. Yes we talked besteira, we spoke of games, films, of drawings, theories of end of world or conspiratrias, college, people who some of knew in them and only spoke of girls (after all it was at this time who started to appear the first passions). I can until speaking that we only talked besteira, but in the truth I feel a lack injure to be in a sidewalk talking besteira. The time was passing and each one was pra its side, today practically does not seat more in sidewalk. It is each more difficult time if to find with some friend pra to have an accidental colloquy without speaking of problems or things you would be, we do not speak besteiras. Today I argue history or politics, but sincerely pra optimum me still was when it seated as my old friends to talk besteira, and not to argue. Homesickness of the time that was until afternoon of the night talking in a sidewalk.
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