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e way to a clear view of what was h

r helmet," I s

," he put into account, his tone of voice and way of speaking made me understan

Wh

the bike, it's good to make sure you do

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ldn't believe it, this was crazy and unexpected, I neve

d transfer what I was holding there to my other hand as he began to pull on a sleeve of the ja

ve of the jacket on, proceeding to surround me with his arms, without touching me with his

the breeze will hit you harder, and squa

front of me and he was left

l be

fully, turning to the teacher's house and then to his neig

l you do?"

e lady's house, stopping at the entrance gate and leaving the glass

ee this garbage and decide to dispose of it in a more appropriate

right about something, and that is that we didn't have any container available nearby to throw a

ealice an important

ite honest, having the consideration of not throwing the garbage around. I thought that perhaps he would be a resident of some other quite beau

re, it's because I was: either very discreet, or very cowardly; but that it was one of both, it was. That's why I stayed silent, remembering agai

me the

se I had them hugged against my chest. He just kept one

y hands then and broug

you think

t apparently didn't ma

in position to start the bike, but he proceeded to place the folders on to

serving how strong and firm his arms looked, well, what

ce where he was, how he kept the folder

t that moment in the privacy of my mind, he was very observant or perhaps my expressions

to say and a strange vertigo seize

me from his motorcycle, hi

ith that big helmet and the jacket loose

ibly looked more

and walked over to h

ng his jacket and his helmet was something that somehow seemed very trustworthy to me and I did not understand the reason for so

even though he sounded calm, I

hings and for the worse,

er than usual and with that thought of mine that at some point I would do anything stupid that would make him regre

with his and gently pulled me, making my almost flat che

quite hard and the experience made me blush, making me feel like a delinquent. It didn't take me long then to i

hind, or simply do it, without fear that something would happen, because after all, he was only being nice, with

Wondering if this was really happening, because, to tell the

n the evening breeze, it definitely looked like someone taking care of her physique, too perfect so that this was really happening to me, a skinny girl who seemed to suffer from malnutrition, who in some seasons of the year seemed paler than in others, as if I had low hemoglobin or some

I fell silent inexplicably, afraid of saying something that might upset him, or actually I thought that because it was me who didn't want to spoil the special moment that was happening at that moment, at that moment I thought tha

dn't know his name, so it's not like I thought there might be a chance of seeing him again. One day out there to point i

erything had been going too well for too long, I gues

was under our house, I suppose he had been waiting for me for a while and now he too