A colorful table, two chairs monochromatic a small room in a small town that could almost be called a mountain (hill maybe you should!).
Country music (???).
seems like the ideal spot: the confessions begin.
two friends recount their first times ...
The story is so compelling and interesting that almost did not make it into account be in a public place. Maybe they should lower a bit 'voice, given the looks that come from that group of bachelors at the next table ... But in the end, who cares, once you have to do it confesses GOOD !
Here you pass the first caress, kiss up to the first ... knowledge the first in the biblical sense.
The eyes of the neighbors of the table seem more interested ...
Confession after confession, the two friends realize that they are both a voice from the pack: Everyone always says sighing "Ah, your first kiss!" or "Oh, What a poem the first time."
The two friends agree, however, in saying, perhaps with some 'disappointment, a single and simple " BAH! .
and leave the room in search of new adventures ... and will, oh it will!
the bypass machine that scatter and conclude the race with a spin [not that they travel on our two friends, but far enough away to be avoided], arrogant and inappropriate encounters with former ...
But those are other stories.
only the story told here of a long conversation that ended with an inextricable reflection.
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