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it is evening ... Walking in the usual way home from afar when I see six women still near a traffic light in a row ... ... a distance of one meter from each other ... A blonde with hair bob, white complexion, average height, normal forms, very short white dress ... a brunette, blacks bobbed hair, a bit 'tanned, slightly low, voluptuous curves, patterned dress on white background nature very short ... Another brunette, long hair gathered in the tail, normal stature, tiny forms, lean, black top and mini mini red skirt ... a black woman, buxom, medium height, Topp black leggings and black transparent ... a brunette girl high and with generous curves, dressed in jeans ... a girl as tall as me, a bit 'in flesh and very generous in form, with the loop amplifier and mini black mini skirt ...

I approach slowing pace ... even a car slows down ... The girl with the nature of the design approaches the car ... A man reaches for the car ... embraces ... then touches the backside ... continues to touch and fingers will undermine all the way down between the graceful forms ... the girl rebels ... the machine runs while the girl back on the sidewalk ... the question "what do women we are here so beautiful" finds perhaps a sad or perhaps answer no ...

I walk among them looking at them ... And the eye falls ... Watch those pretty little triangles that are formed between the thighs together ... Of course I am a man and I also do not think that there is someone in my place would have looked tonsils. .. Although, with those skirts round neck, I think it would be possible to see the ...

I feel guilty for having watched as others ... I watch a police car slowly pass close to the girls ... They do nothing even though they have already seen exactly what do these women ... I would add that for a change they do nothing but I fear that someone will be offended ... Where I come from it is said that those who say the truth has never endured ...

But now I want to see their eyes ... Being able to tell if they are sad or embarrassed ... Take out from their eyes how they feel ... I'll be right back ...

Journey trying to cross their eyes ... They're arguing with a minstrel who does ask for money to sing ... But make eye of the girl with red skirt ... I must admit that is what I like the most ... I smile, but in his eyes I read only sadness and disappointment of a woman who does not believe in anything ... of a woman who would not believe even if a man were to say that the earth revolves around the sun ... I feel sad. ..

To go home I must again pass each other ... Back back thinking how you bastard the world ... The blonde says, "Shall we go?" and I said, 'No, thank you! "... still I look at the girl with red skirt and crying my heart ... I have a lump in my throat but the greeting ... After a while even the buxom girl asks me:" Let's go ? " and I said "No thanks!" ... But she asks: "Why not?" ...

I have not been able to answer ...

I left saying goodbye.

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