For starters I have to tackled at the possibility that a person involved in this story know and read this blog. If so, no, at least boluda know what I felt, and if I have luck, can not remember.
This story also serves as a clear example of why I hate talking on the phone. I get so nervous I say pelotudeses.
It was my birthday number 16 or 17. I was at home waiting for visitors, when the phone rings. Amiga1, which saw not long ago, I congratulated the birthday and do not know why, I realize that-in-common friend had rheumatism. We talked some more and cut trivia.
A while later I called a friend-in-common and then the general protocol called birthday, the conversation stalls. The following dialogue clearly shows that do not respond optimally to uncomfortable situations.
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"Oh, Amiga1 called me awhile ago. He told me that you have rheumatism.
-Ah ... yes.
- but all good! Because now you know!
I do not remember how the conversation went, because then I could not stop thinking about what he said. Still not what I meant by that was all right "because now you know" or why I took the subject. Perdoname
friend-in-common when attacking me directly do not think the discomfort, I swear I do not think.
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