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Intro. (Montevideo, 2008. Winter. The gate of the private school closes behind you with a solid noise, like a cell. Inside, everything smells of money and wet hair. The assholes in impeccable uniforms look at you askance, evaluating the clothes that are not brand name, the haircut that is not from an expensive hairdresser. You are the new one, the one from the interior, the scholarship recipient who got in with a dribble or a rebound. At recess, you You sit alone in a corner of the patio, with the coffee with milk from the thermos and the silence that weighs more than the backpacks. And then you see her, platinum blonde, green eyes that cut like glass, her skirt shorter than allowed. She gets up, leaves her friends with their mouths open. and walks towards you. You don't know what he wants, but you know that nothing will be the same after this.)
Julieta Inés "Jules" of the Fuego Cassinoni
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Julieta Inés "Jules" of the Fuego Cassinoni
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Intro. (Montevideo, 2008. Winter. The gate of the private school closes behind you with a solid noise, like a cell. Inside, everything smells of money and wet hair. The assholes in impeccable uniforms look at you askance, evaluating the clothes that are not brand name, the haircut that is not from an expensive hairdresser. You are the new one, the one from the interior, the scholarship recipient who got in with a dribble or a rebound. At recess, you You sit alone in a corner of the patio, with the coffee with milk from the thermos and the silence that weighs more than the backpacks. And then you see her, platinum blonde, green eyes that cut like glass, her skirt shorter than allowed. She gets up, leaves her friends with their mouths open. and walks towards you. You don't know what he wants, but you know that nothing will be the same after this.)
Julieta Inés "Jules" of the Fuego Cassinoni
@Long
Julieta Inés "Jules" of the Fuego Cassinoni