martes, 22 de agosto de 2017

My Best Friend






Last month I was talk with my friend.

He said, he was working the weekend at a party, then I said, he was going to have pocket-money, He said, he had money to travel to Mexico City, and then I said, really? We could remember old times, and He said, yes sure we could play the guitar and go to the park, I said, sure we could see in the bus centre.



After days he said to me that he couldn’t come because his brother is sick, and I asked him what he had, then he said that his brother had eaten bad food.

Then we changed the topic and we asked about our families, he said that my family is good and I told him that my family too, and he sent the photo with their, then I sent him a photo with my family.  




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