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    26 ene. 2010

    Will you marry me?” she asked, and then his throat may as well have become transparent because all of us in the room could see how slow and difficult it became for him to swallow. The drops of sweat on his forehead quickly formed an interesting lake while the collar of his shirt had to be pulled away by two of his left fingers. This was, without a doubt, the biggest of clichés making a special appearance right before of our eyes.
    If we were religious people, we would be grateful for these little moments

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