Seven years of love or seven years of bad luck

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me take care of the rest before I forget,

láudio because he kept looking at his younger brother and t

ers and Sisters of the Holy Face.

miling like a foo

ning sist

ime to greet her,

. And we headed towards the refectory, on my right side was brother Cl

d at me, there was silence and the priest sat on the ot

uce you to the new 2nd-year language teacher and

ometimes by accident our hands would touch when we were going to grab something and he would get all embarrassed and I could see his face turn red. I don't know what was happening to me there, and I was in a lot of trouble, I barely knew this brother and I already found myself like that, I hadn't had a relationship with anyone for a while, after the last disappointment I had about two years ago, I said to myself that I would never again want to think about relationships that men weren't good at, but he was different since I saw him for the first time I co

e walking along the orphanage carrying out its routine activities, it was even beautiful to see the nuns walking around with their habits and pink veils flowing. Several times, or rather twice a week, the person who passed by my classroom door was Sister Anita with a

ber one day I was in the library looking for a book and something happened that I would never forget. That Friday night I wanted to walk around the institute, I knew that it was immensely forbidden to walk through the corridors, especially at night, but I looked at the clock and it was still early, it only said 9 pm,