El whisky en su respiracin poda hacer a un muchacho pequeo mareado; Pero colgu encendido como muerte: El tal bailar el vals no era fcil.
Retozamos hasta que las cacerolas resbalaron del estante de la cocina; La cara de mi madre no podra el unfrown s mismo.
La mano que sostuvo mi mueca fue estropeada en un nudillo; En cada paso que usted falt mi odo derecho rasp una hebilla.
Usted bati tiempo en mi cabeza con una palma apelmazada difcilmente por la suciedad, entonces bailada el vals me apagado a la cama todava que se aferraba en su camisa.
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