Yesterday I spoke with my mother called Sylvia. He kept his eyes wide, of course.
- That girl is a bad bug. Should talk to your mother ...
(What was missing. My mother informer)
- Do not even think. It would not do ...
(Well, it would help anything. Riese To be a bit more than me)
Fortunately, I think I took the idea of \u200b\u200bthe head. Let's face it: Silvia had achieved their purpose of life miserable. The consolation prize for me was having destroyed the Vespino. No big deal, but better than nothing.
I already saw from the rest of my life with little sign of suicide, the rolling stone, the abandoned. A planazo, mine. And so I told my mother:
- I think wherever you go, I moved to the urban as it is, Simon will be able to find me and tell everybody who I am and everything that has happened. And the sooner you accept it, much better.
My mother looked at me very seriously. Then he sat down beside me and gave me a hug, but not one of those sticky hugs mother. It was like a friendly hug. Of older people.
- Do not throw in the towel, Valeria. There are other possibilities. Just leave me alone. I'll think of something, you'll see.
Other possibilities ... if my mother says ...
What do you think?
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