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tragedy-tinged Theft

my sister and me We had a fun time and at maturity in which we recover the taste of a night out frequently and the truth is that we had a pipe. One year I keep fond memories. That's when she met her husband is now (someday I will present it because it's a guy that deserves separate post, several times I made it, I have it on my earrings) and I went with a friend of his who also deserve separate post, frankly.

We used to go to Tex-Mex four and then they let us in our flat in Moncloa (my pickup had a car) to go each to his home. The case is one of many nights in the middle of January, I took my coat and he took the money and keys. This left us with a coin of five hundred pesetas and a shelter for two, what do you think? Or phones, no money to go to a hotel and, frankly a lot of imagination in such circumstances. We decided to use the money in a single call, it cost us decide. In the cabin there was a sticker of a 24-hour locksmith very kindly told us that until nine o'clock we did not have their services ... finally, the spirits were not to try to explain to the gentleman that misleading advertising is a crime and that there are things that do not play. Frankly. No kidding.

We thought then going to ring a friend of mine who lived nearby and did not believe that we do not hear or was not at home, no. We opened the door because we fear him. How have you left the body? In our download say I do not see us from the warm bed and she heard the ringing sound that nobody thought could be knocking at your door at that hour.

Then we went to the site of our house where we stayed, dying of cold deciding the shift length coat by the tone of the lips of one and the other ("Auntie, you put it a while you have them purple, purple") and dreaming of a warm chocolate until it was day. The keeper of the estate in tracksuits and reminding us that was his day off took pity on us and went to the set of keys to our house but with some indifference, life.

Another day I will tell you the night we managed to go to a party in a College freshman (that's what you live in Moncloa, that one easily dislocations) or when a friend of my brother tried to flirt with me trying on my boots and ended up forgetting his jersey at home that launched by the window is hung from a tree that finally got to reach even risking our physical integrity or poor Fuencisla, or my bf and his friend the Parquetry Arapahoe. The more the more convinced I remember it was one of the funniest and most surreal times of my life.