Blind
My girlfriend used my going blind as an excuse to start dressing sloppily. In the days when I could see her, she had always looked immaculate in the latest cuts of the best designer labels. Now, her high heels have been replaced by trainers, her silk stockings and short skirts by jeans, and her smart blouses and figure-hugging jackets by baggy jumpers. I haven’t said anything yet, but it’s getting to the point where I’m embarrassed to be seen with her as she gently holds my hand and guides me along, making sure I don’t trip or bump into anything.
Anthropology and a hundred other stories :: Dan Rhodes
...nem sabe o bem que lhe fazia.
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começo a ficar fã do senhor, é o que te digo.
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