Content in fleeing to Mexico with the donation money, you rest in your cozy cama.
you open a bottle of fine tequila to celebrate
you reach your hand to your chin and think
"what could he have meant by this?",to that question, i do not know,i briskly made my way to
The cellar; as I went I began to wonder why this story was suddenly in first person when it had been in second person until now.
but i quickly discarded the thought of breaking the 4th wall when i saw what was in there, i quickly recalled the time i
came at cat and she started to
dance like the wind. As you recall the memory, your [i]cobija[/i] begins to slid off the [i]cama[/i].