pucha, pare. so i have this friend living in the states, pare. where the grass is green and the funds are high. when you get to smile and forget to sigh.
when things are keeping you down a bit. rest if you must and forget to quit. pare.
i was saying. i have this friend who lives in the states, pare. very nice guy. he doesn't forget to email once a month. doesn't forget a birthday. always sends pictures. always shares whatever new gadget was acquired. pare, he's living the life, meeehn.
while pucha-pares in the backyard just go for pares and goto, pare. this friend would send in chocolattas fit for the finest local brown girl-next-door-who's-your-daddy material. all rice!
makes me wonder, tho. he wasn't like this before, pare. and i barely knew him. i mean, bare, pare. like he was my first bading.
tarush!
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