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Still, even so, Cali will always be like to piss her brother when he speaks. It perhaps became her hobby. He has a nice voice as if it was like listening to a radio show from the thirties, lifeless and with a lot of useless information.

It was quite funny that made her feel better immediately, even when he was saying bad stuff. He is just like that.

“I wouldn’t count on it ending soon. This will go on for a long time. With a virus of this magnitude, who knows how many mutations there could be and until we are all vaccinated, I don’t think this will end. And with the gay health minister we have, forget about the vaccine for a long time.”

And there it was, without disappointing anyone, a classic wave of bad vibes and terrible comments from her brother.

Even with the homophobic comments that the radio had in the thirties, it’s a shame. Her brother is a front-line homophobic, but she has kept him from getting away with such comments since AFD existed.

“Well, Darrel, that’s encouraging. No
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    That was kind of refreshing for her. It had been a while since Cali really had fun. The photographer was far, but it still felt like she was not alone. Perhaps that’s what the pandemic does to people; value those that were with them.Dancing enlivened her senses, and that led her to a world that she knew well. The moisture in her body was different than the one between her legs that took hold of her, Cali thought of the photographer, and she imagined his penis as her ex’s, it was a huge penis, and she couldn’t handle it with her body, little by little one of her fantasies materialized in her mind.Cali was Tokyo from the casa de papel, and the photographer was united with her ex. They were both dating in harmony, and her fingers reproduced what she wanted. She was carried away by her thoughts about that man.The cold of the rain evaporated before the heat of her body. Cali gave herself a force to what she felt. His camera clicked, Cali did not know if it was her imagination or if Cali

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    Cali doesn’t know what did he mean by that, but that’s what he calls it. She thinks he refers to racial hygiene, but the truth is that no matter what activity you choose, after a while, everything starts to get more and more boring.For that reason, you have to keep your imagination active. Otherwise, many things would attack you and absorb you in a sea of ​​boredom and apathy that, in these circumstances in which we live, would kill us.That morning Cali woke up and saw the little one. Since she had bought his special food, he seemed to be happier and did not seem to have feelings of nostalgia.Now Cali couldn’t stop thinking about it. That lady had placed that idea so deep within her being that if she saw him with focus, she would surely feel that she could see his feelings.The guy who had asked me for her underwear online was still very interested, and that is what she would do, so Cali would take this day to prepare it in the best way.Take a container and in it, add the underwea

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    After thinking that, Cali could not help but feel a strong sadness in her chest. Suddenly her hand started shaking. She really felt bad.It was like those thoughts had hijacked her conscience, and when she came to. Before she could realize it, Cali was crying, and the canvas was ready.The Little one appeared in that happy place as he was and would be a memory to always have. She really did not want to let the little puppy go. But wanting was different from needing.It would be really difficult for her to keep it. She had no choice but to let it go.Cali sighed. She then turned the canvas over and showed it to him. When he saw the painting, he wagged his tail as he understood what he was seeing, and without doing anything else, he continued with what he was doing.He was a very independent dog. Put the canvas back in its place and walked to my bed. That activity had taken her two hours. Maybe it was time to relax and see what she could find on the internet.Just touching my computer,

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    And they were all great ideas. But for some reason, Cali didn’t feel like getting involved.Sitting on the floor, she saw the little one coming toward her, which seemed curious. But she hadn’t called him.Before she could react, the little one had already started clinging to her. It was like asking for attention, caressing her, and at that moment, she realized that she was crying.Cali wiped the tears away. She was not surprised. For some reason, she had this talent of crying without knowing it.It was like she was so immersed in her own thoughts that they took her away from the things to feel, and this little boy could know it before she did.That made her happy and sad at the same time. Won’t it be nice to be able to keep this little one forever?Our connection was real, and caressing him, she felt the pain of being displaced from a place that she really liked, the tears took on meaning, and her chest began to hurt. Hug the little one, and with him next to her, Cali vents the terrib

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    Cali’s life was in a predicament, and at that moment, she was crying for a dog that was never mine.While Cali was crying, a person passed in front of her suddenly stopped. The person looked at her and said, “The world seems dark, but give it a try and see how it improves.”What a stupid way to speak, Cali thought. At the time she was there, there was no way she could see things optimistically, she didn’t know what to think, and when she looked up she saw that he was an older man, maybe sixty years old, his eyes and they had a clear smile and Cali thought.This dude is vulnerable. This disease first attacks those of his age how he can be so calm when the planet itself opened a season in his head.He offered Cali a gloved hand to get up, and she, without taking it, stood up when he saw her get up alone. He said, “How considerate even though I don’t think you’re sick?”Another person who read her intentions with ease, she saw it, and with the greatest honesty that she could conjure, she

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    “How did you know I had the dog here?”“I saw you taking it out of the alley, honestly. If you hadn’t arrived before me, I would have grabbed it myself.”Cali smiled in total defeat.Mr. Timothy then reached out and then held her shoulder. He was looking at her when he spoke with a small smile, “You did the right thing. Even though you are terrible at hiding things, you still have the dog food right there.”Cali was still not sure what happened, but one thing was for sure, at least Mr. Timothy was not mad at her, right?With her confused expression, Mr. Timothy laughed, and then he pointed to the place in her apartment where she had forgotten the dog food.“Good job. Next time you talk to me, it will be easier,” he said teasingly.And smiling, he withdrew. That was a sign to learn that not everything is what it seems.Cali was shocked, and everything that had happened today drastically changed her perspective.She calmly lay down on the bed to think about what she could do, but nothin

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    People were not sure what it was about, but rumors said that it was a gang war that was raging in the streets.Who the hell is going to start a war in the middle of a pandemic? Things got out of control fast, and she immediately ignored that news. It was perhaps the worst thing to watch at the times of already surviving society.She could not comprehend how this type of person was even doing these things at the worse time. In contrast, as the day went by, she saw a movie with Samuel, the photographer. They both saw it in their house, and they commented on several things, not that it was usual, but it was an entertaining experience.The pandemic’s good thing is that one did not need to make excuses if one did not want to see a person. Everyone was a bit obsessed with the sky and video calls. But she really couldn’t understand how much they would have to talk. No one was doing anything. Everyone was at home about what they might want to tell each other.As the movie progressed, Samuel

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    And everything with him would be fine from now on. He, like her, had been through so much that believing that things were working out with him was a source of hope.She then looked at the photo for a long time, and then she could not help but let out a wide smile.Cali then thought that maybe one day she could have her own dog.Calmly she got up to lean out the window. Cali then looked at Samuel’s apartment for a while. She was staring at it as if waiting for him, but she knew deep down that he was not there.She blew out some air, and then she looked in all directions, and something on the street caught her attention.A lucky man had a box and was taking it back to the alley where the little boy had been abandoned. She could not believe it, again someone did the same thing in that place, what happened to people? They did not understand that dogs have feelings.She found herself talking like the supermarket lady, and Cali went down to the street with indignation. She wasn’t quite sure

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    In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder

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