If I knew then, when, with scissors, judiciously distributed a number of holes in my socks, when whipped shoes, when dragged, when the buried and dug in the garden so that they become old as soon as possible, when, as a hopelessly crazy, shaking his head in the mirror and made faces cat pretending to be, at once, intimidating and seductive ... If I knew then that I would interview, what would you say Hi, Gloria, how's it going to rain?, perhaps until you spend a couple of harmless jokes, but not screaming as it surely would have done having been so close then, when the socks broken, "perhaps I would be over again, as many people warned me many times, dude. But really crazy. Say, crazy.
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