I’ve been wanting to ask you over for dinner for three years, but didn’t have enough courage. Three years. Three years is how long I’ve spent s...cretly admiring you. The reason I’ve not been able to share my desire for you? Our positions. The fact that you were my boss and the obvious thirty-year age gap. There have been so many times that I have wanted to tell you how incredible you really are. How kind, intelligent, caring, and charismatic. How I love the little bit of slump of your shoulders. But despite all of those things we had fun as she was good company, funny and witty - and pretty, at least to my eyes.Later back in my house I faced the same situation with her. However, I decided to act normally as I poured a glass of wine. A smooth red one, something to be savored when you aren't hungry anymore. Which reminded me that I'd either need to prepare the meat I had in fridge for tomorrow, or freeze it. I didn't say that to her but did my best to keep the discussion on nonchalant. Os meus colegas que estavam na parte inferior do armazém, na parte de serralharia, metiam-se muito comigo(estilo diziam-me, epah Pedro tu lá em cima ao pé da tetas de ferro, ela vai foder-te um dia, vai comer todo), deveria era ser eu que la tivesse, e tal, cenas assim. Outras vezes diziam, em voz baixa( já a fodeste sacaninha, na já) eu ria-me, sorria e levava aquilo pra brincadeira.( va diz lá,na te faças parvo, ela fode, e fode bem, já foi apanhada, pelo marido, a montar um vendedor e foi. He was a quiet kid that kept to himself. He didn’t deserve this. He was probably going to have to change schools so he wouldn’t get picked on about this for the rest of the year.When Jamie’s parents got to school, they were beyond livid. Although they were happy to see the boys that hurt their son sitting handcuffed in the back of police cars. When I got home later that day, I was taking a nap on the living room couch when I had a dream. A nightmare really. I dreamed that Jamie killed himself..
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