Bus or skates
My skates are cooler than me. You
breeches of how Justine Kennedy?
Bah, I two feet by 38 cm each
but I would put on lots and lots of shoes ...
Once a boy came out of my house, and he said "Thank You". Not soon, not even goodbye. "Thanks."
I could respond,
"And with this? "
But I too had the impression of being at the bakery, and I really hate the bakers. I simply deduced that I must be of public utility. In any case, what is certain is that I serve. That's what I said yesterday, the boy I was testing mojitos to see if they had the taste of paradise as the bounty when you're skiing.
I told myself, my shoes are cooler than me.
Hey Roller Girl, I'll take a ride on the driving?
No, actually I prefer the bus.
Really, I like the bus. I have time, that rocks me. I do what I love most, watching the illuminated facades of buildings. I wait patiently for 15 minutes it happens (Patience is not usually part of my vocabulary), I run in the rain, because in fact I was wrong stop, I watch the commercials on my right and Macdonald I guess it is accompanied by an odor diffuser, because it smells really hamburger. And I also think it's nothing and no worse. Otherwise, I say: My
skates are cooler than me.
Sometimes when I go to the bakery, I only want bread but we still wonder, with that nasal voice that gives me the creeps:
"And with this?"
And well, actually Yes, I change my mind. I want a donut filled with jam taste heart love, sprinkled with a tart "You're the girl that serves my favorite" and a flash of emotion until the next thrill.
"Thank You".
