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; Iacute; to was sunny, so when I boarded the bus that would take her to the airport was something her hair frizz, in the way he combed it with his fingers absently, thinking very nervous ed ; mo was going to receive on arrival. Three months ago he had gone to New York. His friend, his confidant, who accompanied her to buy showing that he was in touch with his feminine side. Jazz teníaa its counterpart in James, so take this away and could not go to his apartment at three in the morning to eat ice cream dish with the sauce was quite depressing. For twenty minutes he was humming song snippetsis that it came to mind. He hoped that there was not much traffic, because if the plane arrived early and he was not there, would be very wrong. By god, he even had a sign with a big dinosaur telling her that she was there, waiting like old times. In when he saw a plane flying over the city, got nervous. Does the driver was an octogenarian, or just things moved in slow motion? When ran from the bus, crossed at full speed for half the airport (even skipped the duty free), and came to the door number 9. I was not tired, but a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back. He noticed the LCD screen announcing all flights, "New York, E-452. A while. " He could breathe freely. Now, to wait and see what surprise he brought from the city that never sleeps.

was that she fell asleep in the waiting room, then the monotone female voice announced that the plane coming from New York had touched down, and that passengers would enter the terminal in minutes. He stood up like a spring, and ran a stick for salena overlooking the hall with a sign in his hands. They left a couple of people, and his heart was jumping every second. Finally, he spotted a mohawk hairstyle and a smile from ear to ear appeared on his face, a few minutes later, he was running to where his happy friend and giving a hug creasing the sign he had made with much love , or the day before. ---

spoke of friendship, the moments lived and probably would remember as one of the things that make life epic. For when one of them tripped over a rock, no matter how big or small it was, and another dab willirst star of the night. Minutes later, just above the tallest tree in the forest, began to glow softly that star. "Look," she whispered, aware of the poetic side of things and never wanting to disturb him with their cries. Both set their sights on the star for several minutes. Nobody likes to ruin the good times with a loved one, so he went along talking softly:
- Is the same that I saw in New York? - Asked shaking the marshmallow to get a bit of ash, and taking a bite with pensive face "It's like