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Thursday, March 18, 2150
Dear Diary
thirty years on this day, the boys of my age remember as the happiest day of their life, because now begins for them what the"living dead" call the real life, that is the job; "wonderful life that every true LIVING DEAD-looking." for me it will not be so wonderful ... at least not at first.
But let's stop for a moment, before you want to know who are the living dead ", I think you already know what you're thinking:ZOMBIE! Wrong! With this nickname I speak of adults. If only you could see running around as if they had a brain, or at least there have but it's all mangled by WORK.What we find so wonderful in the work, do not question it is useful trovarneuno but BEYOND utility there is nothing that makes the world so great that every person tries. But other than that we go back to my strange story.
Are exactly thirty years, you still remember it as if they had only been a few days or as if time had never passed. I do not know exactly what I do remember that day so well, maybe because it was the day of my eighteenth birthday or because when I saw that strange group of people so beautiful, yet so mysterious and frightening, I remained so shocked that he could not to utter a single word.
Are exactly thirty years, you still remember it as if they had only been a few days or as if time had never passed. I do not know exactly what I do remember that day so well, maybe because it was the day of my eighteenth birthday or because when I saw that strange group of people so beautiful, yet so mysterious and frightening, I remained so shocked that he could not to utter a single word. They were beautiful! Even their two butlers she had white hair as if a layer of snow had covered them and his eyes looked like two crystals one blue and one was a blue so clear that it seemed as if he could penetrate your soul and bring out everything, from your feeling happier than most trisit dreams. Instead he jet black hair and eyes which seemed to shine through flames and darkness was almost frightening, the few times that I crossed his eyes felt a shiver of fear that departed from my back and came up to his mouth as if to let out a scream.And just behind them was the family, that day of my life would have the most wonderful nightmare of my life.
Dear Diary, I am now a little tired and I think you too after all this. Tomorrow I will describe the strange encounter between me and the family Knight.
A careless that I forgot to introduce myself ..... Yumiko and I can not wait to tell my wonderful and amazing story.
Quetsa is a picture of my class and the photo of the butlers of the strange family.
Goodbye. See you
thirty years on this day, the boys of my age remember as the happiest day of their life, because now begins for them what the"living dead" call the real life, that is the job; "wonderful life that every true LIVING DEAD-looking." for me it will not be so wonderful ... at least not at first.
But let's stop for a moment, before you want to know who are the living dead ", I think you already know what you're thinking:ZOMBIE! Wrong! With this nickname I speak of adults. If only you could see running around as if they had a brain, or at least there have but it's all mangled by WORK.What we find so wonderful in the work, do not question it is useful trovarneuno but BEYOND utility there is nothing that makes the world so great that every person tries. But other than that we go back to my strange story.
Are exactly thirty years, you still remember it as if they had only been a few days or as if time had never passed. I do not know exactly what I do remember that day so well, maybe because it was the day of my eighteenth birthday or because when I saw that strange group of people so beautiful, yet so mysterious and frightening, I remained so shocked that he could not to utter a single word.
Are exactly thirty years, you still remember it as if they had only been a few days or as if time had never passed. I do not know exactly what I do remember that day so well, maybe because it was the day of my eighteenth birthday or because when I saw that strange group of people so beautiful, yet so mysterious and frightening, I remained so shocked that he could not to utter a single word. They were beautiful! Even their two butlers she had white hair as if a layer of snow had covered them and his eyes looked like two crystals one blue and one was a blue so clear that it seemed as if he could penetrate your soul and bring out everything, from your feeling happier than most trisit dreams. Instead he jet black hair and eyes which seemed to shine through flames and darkness was almost frightening, the few times that I crossed his eyes felt a shiver of fear that departed from my back and came up to his mouth as if to let out a scream.And just behind them was the family, that day of my life would have the most wonderful nightmare of my life.
Dear Diary, I am now a little tired and I think you too after all this. Tomorrow I will describe the strange encounter between me and the family Knight.
A careless that I forgot to introduce myself ..... Yumiko and I can not wait to tell my wonderful and amazing story.
Quetsa is a picture of my class and the photo of the butlers of the strange family.
Goodbye. See you
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