I don't know why i go to meet him, as he dumped me again. I must be really "Malade"(sick in brain). Or maybe i just need someone to appreciate my white dress? Whatever...
The day ends up with a boring gathering in Zapatas, at least i got some really beautiful photos by accident thanks to the muse of alcohol, which was critisized by him as "grind, not social, and like tourist". well, that's me, so what?
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