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beautiful it is, and that rayante is expected in the season.

At 10:30 the bus leaves, I like to travel, but you never know who you're gonna get in the passenger seat.
I hit a kid, was a little freaky, but behaved, was read "as" and "brand", but as I was listening to Placebo with mp3, it does not pay much attention.

When we stopped in Elche, some girls at the station below me waving from the window, I smiled, really gives me a little esque cutting things like this happen to me, but thanks, that makes you see that you still rather attractive.

The journey continues, and it sounds the phone, was Esther (Shiva) can not be because you've encountered a problem (??). parental I

I said nothing happened, they were things that arose and that she had no guilt, but inside I was shitting in God and the saints, because at times the whole trip was going to hell. Soon

me the phone rings again, Esther, again, if it can be.

Fortunately, I arrived at the station of Valencia, and there was Blai waiting for me, greeted me with a gesture like "Hey dude, what times are these coming?".

Caught the metro to the center, talking about girls, heartbreak, and the trip in question, and avoiding beggars asking us for money for fuel in Valencia.
Once we reached downtown we found Esther, who was waiting in the subway. There

were expecting aejo, and laughed at the decor, which face out retarded children playing baseball.

burriquín After exit, the 4 we set off to a juice bar to drink juice (logical, no?) And Blai and I went down the street singing Broadway musical type, from songs by Blur, even Radiohead.

drank juice in the juice bar (?), And play with the straws, I giggle because I go to give her flower straws and I got red u_u '

the end I decided to leave there at 7 : 00, because if he took the bus at 9:00 would be worse for everyone, as it would later, as it is, blah, blah, blah ...

With a bit of a hurry, we prepared to return to the bus station, stopping to shops feelies (Ghetto), where Flor and I were playing me off for a curtain that appeared to been made with the chains of the plugs in the baths ("Hey, don not touch, do not touch that winds ¬¬"), and I gave my spiked bracelet ^ ^ Flor.

get to the metro, and Blai and I did our last performance urban musicoteatral, "Crossing the River" by DjKun, with a very carefully choreographed, and waving his arms as if we were of the Bronx.

the end I thought we were not going to be on time, but if, for some, but we got there, I said goodbye to my "hamijos" and got into the bus, where I waited over 3 hours of eternal journey sitting next to an old woman with cough, but I was listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, all I cared.