My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.
Cathy Guisewite

sexta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2010

Saída do jantar

Depois do jarro de sangria só me apetecia ir para o Funchal ter contigo e saltar-te em cima, podes crer que me vingava!

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