Last night I was four years old, and I was in Kinder, waiting for the class to begin, the tables were emerald colour and you can open them and stockpile your bag and your books there while school lasts.
Stella was my teacher, she was huge and fat, wore black pants and a red sweater, neither in the front nor the back we were sitting together, Kelly, four as well, gorgeous, particularly her teeth, those two teeth big and coming out, made her what she was, first woman I was attracted in my life so far.
Her father used to pick her up, every day, punctually, at 1 pm, while I was waiting for my auntie to come a take me home, it was a spectacular routine watching her going on her father’s motorcycle everyday.
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