A. I speak of happy endings. Are there really?
B. And why should not they be?
A. I do not know, do not you sound very ideal now?
B. Yeah, well in hand, but exist in .
Well, partly I have also, to what I considered an end of course is, an end, with the sender of letter I for example, whom I saw, and for good luck I was in high spirits, and if it is true, had been all semi-stagnant, with promises of friendship, and I think actually regained some movement, with the conversation. The dynamism that now beg for it is to know, who read this blog, I found a strange and confusing, especially confusing chain of love dogs. In the last quasi-year, since the friendship now and I won, we stopped seeing each other. And I used to send it all away, and / or keep the boat Bobeda as the greatest of treasures, never-bys. No grayscale between my personalities.
B. Do you know which is worse?
A. Dime.
I again immersed in one of these anchoring of goals, think of those others, those waves accelerated these storms confusing, and though I know this is not a battle, always victorious, and I'm not able to be one.
A. What do you mean?
B. Other end is approaching, and there seems to be happy.
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