Thanks to the teacher approached me Rachel. Rachel Rachel was not named, had a common name for the people of my age, like Florence, Mariana and Paula. But I told Rachel. If, for Rachel on Friends.
Rachel at first glance more like a mine, not only mine but mine more charmless than by your body. Rachel told him because when I first met her was picky and selfish. The girl's mother who never sacrificed anything. The comfortable. Always the victim. After I started to learn a little more and saw that he had a subtle humor that almost went unnoticed, a fresh look when she left her role as rich and funny phobias gave me tenderly, as her fear of balloons, or need to hug Barney dolls and Disney characters thinking about the poor guy who's in there like an idiot.
With Rachel's had a good time, but we were very different. I crossed my anarchist stage. I had left home and lived in one piece as a madam to pay working as a waitress in a bar and always devised ways to break the routine: a character made to customers, go out walking in the city to see what had, bells played by surveys nonexistent homes and always some old man who was alone and was left only hours with me talking. My loneliness was with other solitudes and, by chance.
Rachel did not face the same reality. He lived in a gated, the most expensive. I was all day with his own three girls and never knew anyone else. Do not know what it was handled alone. Rachel went every Saturday to shopping and the hairdresser and I in my room had only a bed, some books and music. Rachel had a dog race and I cherished cats on the street.
Despite the differences, we managed to love us. We went to the plaza, we smoked a joint and she seemed to get rid of all that. It threw me on the grass but can stain, unconcerned with my hand walking in the streets if someone could see it, I sang love songs I did not know because they listened to the radio. I told him every now and then a rhyme that was just for the occasion, or asked to let me watch your back, which was full of spots and I felt that forming a galaxy. And I too was a galaxy. And galaxies attract each other, go together through space, dancing, even at the risk of attracting a black hole. And we live in the galactic dance a while and then came the black hole.
Rachel knew I could not give a fellow future of private bilingual school fees could face him. I had no muscles or penis for his family rejoice in her happiness. I had no plan but the day to day and she dreamed of a degree in accounting, the house in a gated community, the husband and the dog breed. What she already had. To which my anarchy is opposed.
Rachel could not tell his parents that he was with me. I could barely slide my name in conversations with friends. I am fascinated by the duality, I admired their mental potential, but was in his hands how he was our history. And if he went with his fellow private bilingual school and penis muscles.
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