We promised eternal love and until then I'd met. The days chosen were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The venue, which hid a small apartment furnished our faithfulness. Justification, some classes music you shared with Prof. Rufino Rato perch. None of our rich unsuspecting spouses: maintaining our high train of married life, as usual. That afternoon the rain seemed to follow a man ; took a taxi - the cello squeezed me against the window -, the driver could not stop looking at me in the mirror, the site was near to stop sent him and paid him back. Everything went as normal, a few drinks, bath and bed. For the first time the bell called while we were there. I put on my bathrobe. I walked slowly down the hall. A mother and her child wanted to give them the flute lessons. I indicated that there was taught the cello. Since then cease to knock at our door, not even after plate removed entry announcing that Rufino was flutist Alcanda Rato.
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