I called my girlfriend, dialed the wrong number, this lady answered, she was nice.
We had tea and crumpets while discussing the symbolism in T.S. Eliot's poetry.
Afterwards we took a nap in my bed.
My mother came home and said, "Why is that 50 year old African woman in your bed?"
I responded with a shoulder shrug.
Now I'm passive too.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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