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A. For you ... because you're the best storyteller, and stories that have 'pari' mother.)
Of all the memories of childhood, the girl who dwells in me is treasured in memory the sound of rain, the smell of wet earth; but especially between stove and a good woman who liked to tell stories. Because A
meanwhile was peeling the onion toStories princesses turn into princes for toads, where enchanted castle with a kiss a handsome prince saved the life of such a sleeping beauty in the ugly duckling that turned out to be a beautiful swan, wicked witch, another with only the music of his flute was getting a people free of rats, a wolf with eyes, ears and big teeth that jump out of bed to pounce upon the poor girl Little Red Riding Hood to eat her name, the kid who saved his life by hiding in the clock because his brothers did not listen to mom and opened the door to the wolf, one that was bent on ruin his house three.
Outside it is raining again today and drops sparingly slip behind the glass.
And you know? tomorrow I will see you as I follow them counting.
