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Imagine you are sitting in bed, but well shot, trying to write the guy who was your boyfriend and now I know what it is, a farewell message that this whole joke that just grated heard on the radio that the world can end tomorrow. And all because a few scientists play balls occurred to them to make a giant particle accelerator, according to other scientists play balls, has the capacity and the likelihood of creating a black hole that eats everything the planet. Thus, at a time, light, and fuck all who are not me, hold me too, fuck everything.
So try to send something bonito the guy who was your boyfriend and do not know what it is, but as you know what you know to put costs. Because the issue is to take the opportunity to send you some cake like a joke but basically mean it. That is complicated, so you take an hour typing and suddenly nothing matters, it's too late, the world just now. By Toutatis that the sky is falling on our heads. Why is it sounds like, like giant pieces of a roof collapsing the entire wafer, exploding on the ground. When you look you realize it's only ice, hail, the size of marbles, maybe less. But look, as they fall, resounds throughout your room, your whole house. T try to call thisand goes out to the street and think "shit, first satellite, electricity now" when you are with the remote in hand to see if they are on TV news of the end of the world.
The adventure continues for a while that bastard hail continues to fall, crashing into the glass, closer to the window want to watch, but you dare not, because you're afraid of breaking and the window explodes face. And that's when you see the only option left to you, make you feel like a pellet, find a safe corner, darker the better.
is at this moment, when you find yourself wanting to regress to the state of a cockroach in which you realize that maybe, these exaggerating poquitín. Once you panic and think what happened to you glad. Damn, how alive you feel after doing both assholes.