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ng. And a good education is paramount. But now I think about sad things. Today, now, this only time I can not wait to come back and be able to hug my dad and tell him the things that have happened in this time we have been separated. I know how bad is the mail in this part of the country, so I can not do me much hope that all my letters have arrived at their destination. Throughout this time I only managed to get three of their own. We'll talk for days and days and maybe after you learn of some of the things that have happened to allow me to stay and not have to return m & amp; aacute; sa that boarding. Elizabeth Journal Entry November 12, 1899 Hawkeye
I'm finally back. My house is a little old and dusty as he remembered, but it's mine. Dad cried when he saw me said that I'm a lady and I'm much more beautiful than when I left. I know you're exaggerating, I'm not pretty, my face is too round and my eyes too big for my face, but I guess that's the kind of things you say when you are both no see.
He has been busy with their investigations, honestly could not have expected anything different. I was quLizar the old mother's sewing room on the floor below because I'm too big to share a bed with dad.
Anyway, it's great to be here. daily input of 1899 Elizabeth Hawkeye Noviembre13 Not much to tell. I fell the tree in front of the house trying to lose a few blocks for dinner. It was not anything serious, except for a couple of scratches on my face, legs and arms. Finally met the famous student of Alchemy, is a fairly standard small slanted eyes like those of the people of Xing and delicate complexion. They hours in the studio, the pieapple and cooled.
Take 2: Sin. remember the first time I saw her I doubted its reality, a small lump falling from a long-lived apple tree in late fall. Nothing unusual except for the fact that the old malus domestica, decided to give me a woman and not an apple. Then there was an eleven year old girl, her face shaded by the branches of the apple, her hair disheveled. Most of your exposed skin before my eyes. A groan and a slight gesture between pain, embarrassment and pleasure on his face. I was still too young and wise, fourteen, to accept the uniqueness of that instant Named Desire, in which a man looks at a woman for no apparent reason you want to call him. Even today, after nearly 20 years to know, I still have my doubts about its existence. On days like today I am inclined to think that she is a product of my imagination. An angel created by the demented mind of a soldier dying on the battlefield. How else can one explain the perfection of the weight of her breasts in my hands, the smoothness of the inner skin of her thighs, the way that fits her pelvis against mine, the precision with which their movements anticipate the mine? Ndash, says the couple trying to flatter the girl with blonde hair and huge brown eyes responsible for the breakfast which is served at the table. She did not even bother to look back
"I see that the servants of Amestris have done a good job with you," said the girl's father for the first time in the day it smiles. - Do Amestris handmaidens? Are not the nuns of religion is the end of the world ... - The young man speaks with his mouth full with a good bite of the foot. Realizing an instant after the stupidity of your comment to be among believers.
The older manfeel the fear that has suddenly emerged in the young and decided to push harder. - Do you not believe in the existence of a god? "Well ..." The boy passed the bit that had been chewing. No sir, I think not, "he declares. The silence at the table is full. But I respect those who do, because it is a valid way to seek an explanation for this world knows it's a lame attempt to mitigate its initial declaration and ending with a. I did not know you were religious.
"No we are," replies the blonde lifted marginallcomes at a religious school is one that she has never understood. Rationally understand the idea that education is important and that do not have enough money. Is the mantra that has learned to hold. But also discusses his father is an atheist and never considered other different outputs. Other options that would not have to be miles and miles away from him, surrounded by people with different ideas as their own, sleeping in a strange bed. In the background the voice of words like father says. And they have explanations for everything. Why the sun shines and why you are sick ... "She also asks for a justification & amp; oacute n what a father wants his only child so far. But so far can not find it.
Take 4: Improvisations.

Olivia Milla Armstrong has always liked to watch a good view. So when Brigadier General Miles did not find in your suite or in the office arranged for Hitler during the convention, decided to climb to the roof of the hotel. There, despite the unrelenting heat, found concentrated in the skyline. "Everything is going as planned, Madame," said General leaning against one wall. — Miles Over time, you realize that things never go as you plan them, at most one learns to develop new strategies against the development of the facts and practice you become one to ; gil improviser "The Führer did not even bother to guide a look at his officer.

"With all due respect, my Fuehrer, you speak as if they really objected had many years since Olivia Milla Armstrong was barely 35 years of being the first woman and the Führer ma ; s young to take office in the country's history. "Some days, no