the name of the town is master is in southern part of boston in hospital, night, search crowds and boston exhibit there. i had no idea that i was survived in my family, brought into the idea of higgle. michael was a friend of a friend of mine from class. he was just so pretty. i was twelve at the time we were little getting all the time, maybe three, four weeks and two us hanging out. we were my room after school. he just said, i have something to ask you. he said, what is the project more you want to go with me? i said, yes, i remember running down this spiraling staircase. it felt as places i could get to flying. read the notice. romance was very alive in my mind, but it did not conclude this. now there was friday, april third, one thousand nine hundred and ninety two. we were in class. they just told us to go home. so i walk to my building. i started walking upstairs. have they up? there's just a giant explosion that grow me down the stairs. i beg to go back to the apartment the following date, half of the building was missing. my room basically didn't have this main world. i could see the trees below that night. i decided, i've really need to get in touch with america. expected him to ask me something to say, i am so glad you're alive. regions were completely silent over the phone. that was our last conversation. the situation just kept escalating. and i think my parents had enough. they decided to take us to belgrade. mark was this really beautiful memory than one day. about sixteen years later, i was living in some holiday. i opened my email in the morning before it going to work. sad if you're nuclear from us, that then i am your boyfriend from fifth grade came back to me. so we can figure out what to do. we agreed to meet. i went back to visit massachusetts and talked for hours, and then we kiss. it was so gentle. why wasn't just kissing a boy? i was kissing my entire childhood, my ancestors that are buried there my entire life that couldn't bend it.
