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I'm with an overwhelming desire to leave a mustache, and indeed I did last night after seeing the book " Great Masters of Peruvian Painting "where he appeared with his look Ramiro Llona artist restrained, balancing the eternal man with beard (which reminds me so my dad) well maintained, and naturally molded hair, backwards, by custom which gives the comb in the same way for years.
I never-at least I'll tell you now, so peacefully resigned to settle in the same form, same look, same anchor position, the same behavior. So I went to the bathroom after seeing the photos of Ramiro Llona (with Fleetwood Mac paints during his trip New York), decided to fly me this smooth but very boring and beard serion 3 weeks had already endured, and seduced by the unknown letter a renewal in my look, I had a good (as so often!) keep-after-some unusual facial shorn whiskers, which, although rare, convinced me to defend to the hilt, from today, before the ghosts sterna very Conservatives, of course, not slow to appear whenever I want to risk more than usual with my sex appeal.
And so I woke up this morning, and first thing I had an outline of hope seen through the mirror inside my closet to them, my mustache winners. Then I explained to the public eye. I went to breakfast and proudly proclaimed to my parents - without them making any observation, had always wanted, for some time, the mostachines me, and that although he had been screwing nth opportunities, this time it would be defeated as verbatim recall saying "Now I am going to play for my whiskers."
Breakfast is finished. My mother, who has come to Lima to its annual health check is ready to go to draw blood. I long ago should already be in college to take a few hours of the morning before my appointment with the psychotherapist. But what do I do? Hornitos return to my bed, mess up everything and believe that these 2-hour gap before my appointment with Dr. Wharton, it would not be the most profitable but yes the most enjoyable if you let me fall into the arms of Morpheus.
I never regret it!
Wise decision!
there to be no better off!!
¡¡¡¡¡ For parents, for siblings, for the bride, the doctor, friends .... FOR ALL !!!!!
regained consciousness somewhat disappointed. I slept-rich but to make sure that I'm late for a change. And no bus to get nicagando doctor. I'll go take a shower quickly to entice a taxi.
already changed with backpack, to come out to meet again with the world, my head is not the same as yesterday evening razor in the bathroom, or early in the day today when I proclaimed himself "at last triumphed in merit of perseverance with my reminiscences biogotito vargasllosianas * .
Again I felt I was not prepared to accept another odd choice to request for my vanity. E trying to lose as little time as possible, fell apart in less than 5 seconds the brief existence of my mustache as being independent of my face. And likewise, fell apart one of those certainties which, for some reason-I are so difficult to bear.
* Go to mention my brand new Nobel Prize for Literature.
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