Tonight does not seem any given night, Xoco has left the garden and he has been captivated watching a bright moon, round and soft as a cheese ball. A well spent I'd say about an hour. Already tired and if anything happened I went out to ask when it was beginning to cool, lest they catch cold outside. That after I have it through all the rooms of the house like a lost soul, begging for cuddles and affection and complaining about how bad it is! And it is very badly sick. These are
when I say "I love
... I have to make an appointment with a psychologist.
"And that why?
-A gives me I'm in a depression
The two continue watching the moon that haunts us as we speak. It has raised a slight breeze that had begun to shake the cloud of threatening to place ocultárnosla.
- And you think that talking to the psychologist is going to remove the depression?
-Love do not know, honestly ... I believe that neither left nor to believe, but hear me. Do not you think?
- "And you want me if I have ?..., listen to me that the same I am worth for that for a broken stitching.
-Ya ... if you hear me, but there are things you can only tell the priest in confession or a psychologist in consultation fee.
"I thought there were no secrets between you and me, I say
-The couples have secrets they do not confess, I love to understand it.
"I'll end up giving you the reason why I say that, so we Egan ... Do you think ZP Sonsoles tells everything, or that everything was crystal between Isabella and Ferdinand, or between your admired Batman and Robin, or think you had a perfect relationship between Ortega y Gasset
-Love has gone from there you go. Anda that you also need a psychologist! Look to want laugh at a dog in their lowest hour. You have to have a few gut-Xoco
... but have a bad temper.
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