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Hola. Tengo 30 y me encuentro echada viendo Toy Story un sabado por la noche. Fin.

Duele. Mucho. Adiós.

Hay gente que esta de vacaciones durante estos dias. Eso me hace sentir triste. 

Siento ganas de hacer fotos.

Mis células se estan comunicando entre sí, es como si estuviesen organizando una huelga, siento que dicen: RomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRomaRoma…

This is it, it’s the key to it all, and besides I’m so tired being sick all the time. They said don’t get a first-gen, but it’s nice. It’s so nice. And you can come push the buttons if you like, just be gentle. I’m still making sure all the functions are all right. But this new heart of mine goes from zero to love in no time. So the salesman said he got one for himself, a charmed life with some kids and some stainless steal knives. Paid in full as of 2029, I’ll need to scrape all my change and give up all my toys but, really, who needs more than this thing?

Is there anyone who knows the whole thing?