cute, NOT ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AVISÁIS And then I have doubts about whether it is true that hair is cut, no, I have been confused, or what v__v someone can get me out of questions? Well
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Chapter Fourteen
- Què pringat to Neteja amb els petits /
to strain, to clean with small - said sarcastically a friend Gerard - Ja ben tot t'ho deixaré brut coses perquè Tinguis to bags. / I'll leave you all good dirty so you have thingsdoor giving a heavy blow. After being with Bojan, Pedro, Messi and Sergio, his "friends" no longer seemed so much. He realized that his true friends in the farmhouse could accurately count the fingers of one hand: five, adding to the four Cesc mentioned. He went outside the building, turning, faced with a nasty temper, to where they used to go at night. It actually surprised to find there the four boys. - What are you doing here? - Said, angry. - Pedro come here many times, what's wrong? - Bojan saidshifted uneasily in his new room and lay on the grass facing the sky, without their eyes turned to cross.
Bojan was angry with himself to have been put in a bad mood because of Gerard Piqué. Distracted tried counting the stars of heaven, but not see very well because of light pollution in the city. A loud snoring broke the silence. Messi had fallen asleep and snoring, breathing slowly now huddled on the floor.
- Bojan ... The boy hit a boat to hear that voice so soft and manly that had suddenly flooded her ears. - Quèto apparent safety in his voice. - No és bona idea. I em fa l'esquena d'poor coaching /
is not a good idea. And I've got the train back -turned his face, ready to terminate the conversation. - Vols a massatge? /
Want a massage? -Gerard laid his hands on the back of Bojan to all the good intentions in the world, to which he answered encongiéndose to get rid of the contact and crawled away from him. Bojan stared at the ground so thoughtful. His expression was uneasy, somewhat annoyed, worried, and above all sad. GerFlush cleaning - Bojan said as she watched the mixture of lint, papers and other debris that were under the bed of a partner - which by the way, go bye week will be hitting ...
- I want to be out there ... - Peter whimpered with her face to the window.
- I just cleaned Oshea ventanah lah! Dehpegá your face there!
Pedro, Bojan and Messi had played clean the rooms of the smallest, the largest, while Sergio and Gerard cleaned those of the elderly. It was the third day of punishment and had had enough: while they were cleaning, his teammates were enjoying-Or at least so it seemed-making activities in the morning now that classes had ended.
Sergio and Gerard walked down the hall to the room cleaning. Gerard laughed while telling him something dark.
- ... they approached us to try to sell us things and asked for Leo, who was drawn, and told him he was dead, y. .. Uh, hello! - Interrupted his story to see his three friends appear. Gerard turned.
- Hello - Pedro said without much enthusiasm, shaking the cloth - Do you have the key to the pint?
- Here it is - the key to swaying gracefully suspended from a keychain that room & Gerardnte.
- No, I sure would not - Bojan retreated but was hampered by the shelf.
- Move aside, what you do.
- I'm avenging - emphasized the latter. Bojan
strong swallowed saliva while watching Gerard ever closer to you. The largest was over with the distance between their bodies with a single step forward. His hands described a mild and slow back and forth between the neck and the area behind the ear of Bojan. He could feel the blood throbbing in his temples, while Bojan felt that his head was a kind of vacíoa which were thrown all pensN: rising when Gerard saw use whatever approach her face that she could think clearly. Within seconds
that they wished both eternal, Gerard kept the distance between them reaching slightly touching the lips of Bojan. As if they had passed the stream, giving a slight jerk away. It was something totally new for both, but apparently Gerard had not been afraid to investigate. Seeing that Bojan had not crossed the face of a punch, again extending a little more close contact. Two blood were concentrated in the face. Bojan, abandoned to their fate by his own mind, he clung; The neck of the shirt Gerard.
- What ... do you suppose that is? - Bojan breathing heavily, his head bowed. __________________________________________
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