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Como se Dice Yo No Entiendo [The Skin of my Soul 9]
Friday, August 15th, 2008
Taking Spanish classes in 2006 wasn’t easy. I had to leave my friend behind. My friend, my magical power, my lifeboat. The English Language. I had to agree, for an hour at a time, to get out and walk. To know nothing. (Or very little.) To be quiet. Or I didn’t have to agree to be quiet. But for once, there was no other choice.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
