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Wednesday, December 30
I hung the picture above the bed. The flowers of lilac and blue, I gave Manuel. If you knew, changuito ... The white walls give the music that deserve flowers and imagine your smile dancing between water stains from the ceiling and the yellow curtains. "You will forever picture magnet," the cronopio. You will be forever, Manuel.
Thursday, December 31
Manuel. It is new year and Manuel. And how nice that sounds Manuel Manuel Manuel ... ... ... out of his mouth.
Today will be another night of kisses and hugs with the smell of cider and raisins. At noon the toast to a better year, and oblivion. There is so much forgotten inside, Manuel. Both miss cat on the tiles and stained sheets in the autumn.
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