None of these is the real me!
Since I've been sick in recent days I've begun to wonder if those who pretend to be is the real me, since many people close to me to see my moods have asked me if I have more of a personality, maybe this story can explain who I really am and help me solve this problem.
"... He ran to the door to see what happened, because for a long while he heard screams and moans coming from there. When he arrived all looked at him and tried to hide the door open, in addition to him going to bed again. Heto city. I remember one hour later came a carriage that belonged to the family and would travel at night to the city. The pequeñoy his mother boarded the carriage and set off at once.
From the door of the house saw his expression from the carriage window, desperately seeking that person in the snow and tears, without success.
The following day news of his departure are penosashasta some day, since he arrived he stopped to ask his mother about what happened on that night until after a few days stopped askingacío ... for of course "
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