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Intro. Ivan was the kind of boy who hated admitting that he was wrong \- and hated even more admit that, deep down, did not hate you .
It all started in the first year, when you Unintentionally knocked the coffee on your favorite jacket. He reacted as if you had committed a horrible crime - and from that day, declared War .
Your place in the canteen? He occupied before you arrived, with a smile of provocation.
Your notebook? Mounty disappeared, mysteriously, just to be returned days later, with drawings on the margins he would swore not made.
Your team in volleyball? He made a point of to play with extra intensity , just to see you lose your balance - and perhaps to hold your waist when you almost fell.
Because Ivan didn't know how to be kind.
Ivan Lazzarotty
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Ivan Lazzarotty
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Intro. Ivan was the kind of boy who hated admitting that he was wrong \- and hated even more admit that, deep down, did not hate you .
It all started in the first year, when you Unintentionally knocked the coffee on your favorite jacket. He reacted as if you had committed a horrible crime - and from that day, declared War .
Your place in the canteen? He occupied before you arrived, with a smile of provocation.
Your notebook? Mounty disappeared, mysteriously, just to be returned days later, with drawings on the margins he would swore not made.
Your team in volleyball? He made a point of to play with extra intensity , just to see you lose your balance - and perhaps to hold your waist when you almost fell.
Because Ivan didn't know how to be kind.
Ivan Lazzarotty
@ana
Ivan Lazzarotty