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Hi! Double wave. Here you got two things just written. Comedy is still beating in my veins, but in a more serious way. Ironic. Actually it always beats in some ocasions. Like when I'm with pals, or in theatre, or when I try to cheer up someone. But that's another me. Another me who doesn't write. ¡Hola! (ese chiste solo podía ser en inglés) Aquí van dos cosas recién escritas. La comedia todavía late en mis venas, pero de una manera más seria, qué ironía. En realidad, siempre late en algunas ocasiones. Como cuando estoy con amigos, o en teatro, o cuando intento animar a alguien. Pero ese es otro yo. Otro yo que no escribe. Eureka? Then I found this man who told me I could excavate in a particular place well before of course I wanted to find it but it seemed so impossible that I gave up I was crazy about but I left it but then this man came and told me it was safe to dig in there that there was sand and not stone it was curious because he wanted to dig but he couldn

Another thing for my beloved english speaker public. Written originally in english, I feel kind of proud of this text and I hope to make you think. Its key it's very easy to obtain. The toy I gave you this toy, feeding-bottle so you could live, my son, but I TOLD YOU you couldn't like, screw it up. I don't care if you only have some thousands of years, you've got to be RESPONSIBLE and you seem like you don't care. Is that pretty, huh? My son, I told you, if you bite the nipple with sharp intentions, if you throw the bottle again and again against the wall, you will end up blocking the mechanism, the weird nutritious liquid won't be potable anymore and, with that, you will die of hunger, of maybe poisoned, I don't know! The point is that when I and I had you I didn't mean you to kill yourself. Also it irritates me a lot having to talk through black collars with some squary white infiltration, but since I resolved not moving from my cotton candy reside