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Well, I don’t know exactly how it happened, but i can tell you what I remember from that time, which is not very accurate for i do have a selective memory, too selective I believe...
It all started on a hot day in may, i had to attend to some stupid course about customer service, you know that fucking shit that the government gives money to companies who have some of this courses supposedly to help employees to stay in shape and up to times…
Well I was having a boring day, not paying attention to what the fucking man was saying, when I notice a girl in the corner of my eye. She was an somewhat irreverent girl, with that look of fucked-up-trash-retro-new culture-something… Someone I would not try to talk to even, for I did not care about nothing those days… I was living for myself and that was something I never did really, for I was always with something or someone on my mind rather than myself. I don’t know how or why, but I started to talk to her I guess it was about a chocolate mousse dispute over lunch, that I as the gentleman I am (or try to be, not always successful), gave it to her, but she insisted that we would split it… we did.
I started to take her next to her home after it when the day was over, for it was in my way and she did not had a car. We talked about stuff like her boyfriend and her boss, etc etc, nothing really important and profound. After the fucking course was over, we remained friends, although not talking often or always never. After 3 or 4 months I was on the irc and we started talking, something about her shyness, and stuff. So she asked me to come over since her parents were away, well I thought about it for a second, and without hesitation agreed to meet her there. Of course I’ve had some drinks back at my place, so I had all the batteries charged up. Ok so I went there, she came to meet me downstairs of her building, and the night went well. I learned she was more than the eyes could meet, and maybe it was actually good for me to be there that night. And then in the morning I thought it was better to go, for I had a feeling her mother would soon arrive, and may not like to see a 24 years old man sleeping over with her 18 daughter. I was right, she came soon after I left. And there it began a story of years…

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