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than 1.60 m tall. As a child, when everything seemed normal and peaceful, she dreamed of being an Olympic gymnast. She was short and thin, flexible, light-boned. It seemed possible. She did acrobatic

ed out of nowhere, her eyes met his as the bell rang and he entered the classroom as a transfer from another school. The world around her disappeared, the voices, the people, the colors, she continued, and all she saw was a smiling blonde, his hair messy, his band t-shirt and his backpack slung over his shoulder. - It's real, Isabelle, just like the books, I even stuttered when he asked my name. - Melissa said, laughing. - As real as what they write about aliens. - That's what she heard from her stepmother. - You idiots, these romances only serve to alienate women, to make the poor things believe in the romantic love of men who don't cheat, don't steal, don't lie, don't abandon, they are wonderful, oh, heroes who will save us. If you want to be happy, find a rich old man and hope he dies soon. The rest is real life, and real life is you being pregnant and the father of your child flirting with a slut in front of you. Real life is having a pile of clothes to wash in the cement tank while the scoundrel drools in front of the TV over a hot 20-year-old girl. Real life is counting the coins to buy a shitty bracelet to make you feel feminine, but Prince Charming needs the coins for his cigarette, to put gas in the car, for beer on football Sunday. These little books just put nonsense into your brainless heads. The stepmother then took the book and threw it in the trash can. After the two went to sleep, Isabelle rescued him from the trash and took him to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed, turned on the flashlight under the improvised hut with the sheet and began to leaf through the pages so sweet with love. She really hoped that Thomas Falcone would fall madly in love with Samantha Jackson. She heard the loud, hoarse sound of the truck's engine and stood up, ran to the edge of the shoulder and signaled the driver with her arms. He reduced speed, activated the blinker and entered the clearing, moving away from the highway. The six-foot German easily unloaded the sugar bales and deposited them in the cart. Without saying a word to him, he extended his hand to receive the money bills and walked away. She pushed the heavy cart, barely