I also think the same about Gertrude and Matilde…
Everything bitch! A bunch of cows!
Three cows!
This Lindalva woman still calls me to find out how I'm doing? It's been a while since me and her broke up, but she keeps calling me, I don't know how much longer…
In fact, she wants to probe me. To Probe how I am! To Probe my life!
I've been through situations like this. I know that kind of woman!!
Boy, Gertrude and I ended our relationship about six years ago…
I think that's it! I don't remember the order of the facts and factors, it doesn't matter.
Matilde maybe three years…
And Lindalva is six months old, I think…
Maybe five months. Or at least four!
I don't even remember!
I don't want to remember…
Cow!
Unfaithful, immoral and cretin!!! She is a dog..
In fact, everything got complicated whenever I told her to do things as I said, because I know, I knew, I know and I have many experiences.
But she wanted to do things her way!
Just like the other three…
There are a lot of women like that, who only do what they want…
I think it's full of people like that!!!
Everything had to be exactly her way and not mine!
Boy, there are a lot of books that say that the man is in charge, that the man is the leader, that the man is the head, that the man is the provider, that the man is the one who gives the orders, and not the women. And not women or just any woman!
See if that can?! Then it keeps calling me…
She must be sorry! Then she says she's worried about me.
Cruz creed!!! God forbid…
Worried, worried, I know…
I know how to do it my way!
Cow! Depraved, immoral!!!
Cows!
Three cows!
They wanted to boss me around…
They wanted to give me orders, see if you can!
Matilde also betrayed me…
Daughter of a mare!
Damn, another immoral and cretin!
She said I was prepotent, arrogant and sexist!
I follow my instincts, I follow biology and reality…
I'm male, I'm a man, it's me and that's it, accept me like this or not!
She wanted to demand attention from me, but she didn't pay attention…
No! This I was wrong, I cannot say this, after all she was very attentive, affectionate and helpful.
But only this…
That's all, that's all…
The rest didn't do anything right…
She didn't know how to do anything!
Everything I said she did her way!
No, I'm not talking about Lindalva, but about Matilde.
Gertrude god forbid her!!!
Boy, sometimes I even changed and still change her name, instead of saying Matilde I said and say Matilda …
She stays was P*#*with me, she was very angry.
But it's another Cow!
Immoral and cretinous!
She didn't know how to fry an egg properly! And wanted to keep correcting myself…
Not even making a steak…
See if you can?
Venomous woman!
I don't know either, but that's a woman's job! For a woman to do…
The woman has to do it.
I learned like this. That's in the story! Play on google!
The woman must serve the man!
That one, that one, that one…
Damn!
Those wretches!
Three bastards…
Swap myself for other things out there or whatever…
I'm strong, handsome, young, macho!!!
See if you can!?
Betrayed!
She is a dog, devil! Immoral! Hell…
Rascals, rascals, that's it…
Well, back to our topic…
The hot ground began to cool.
The trees move back and forth, side to side, left and right, but they haven't toppled. They did not break and did not fall.
You know, I was nervous, bad, very bad! First Roberval, and now Lindalva…
Out of nowhere I started to feel a little bad…
I got nervous, I got tense!
I broke out in a sweat as cold as a refrigerator, hot on the inside of its engines and cold on the outside.
These people want to kill me! It looks like this…
They will not destroy me! How do you say it? A thousand by your side, two thousand by yours.. I don't know, that's right there!!!
They want to see my skull, dance on my grave! But they won't!!!
I'm going to turn off that fan that just spins without so much force. And it's getting cold…
And I go get something to feed myself, but there's not much here, just a few spiders and ants that run through the kitchen cupboards.
I turned on the faucet, and this water that comes out yellowish? I even threw the glass in the sink with my mouth dry and my stomach churning.
Wow, I taste like gall in my mouth, what a rage!
Was it Lindalva's fault?! Or Mr. Roberval?!
Or is it Gertrude and Matilde's fault too? Maybe three. Or the four?!
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