My umbrella was always a kind of symbol of my identity. Everywhere I had hanging from his pocket, as one of these birds endure giant spike on the yolk of a finger.
I had been many problems, as many tried to steal him from me envious in the locker room handball. They played with him, opened in the shower, I twisted a stick, getting a hand mark on his back, returned it to me ...
Overall, my life with him was calm, very friendly. He carried up on sunny days, if it was the case that something was not all bad.
Until one day ... was time for retirement, but neither he nor I knew.
that day it started raining when I walked with him in front of the Faculty of Pharmacy, and the old umbrella oxide threw on my shirt! House was the shirt with the phrase "It's Not Lupus ", so although many people wanted one like that, it was a great loss (and also the washing machine fixed the problem), as long ago stopped watching the series ... But he had reached his time!
umbrella
If only I had had a hole on the gotease a bit, if it cost more work than normal to open it, or anything else that does not affect me too, would not have changed, but it was an umbrella useless.
I called my father and asked him to buy another.
Meanwhile, I used one of the greatest, I had my cousin on the floor.
was blue, and seemed right for me.
I left
the street with him, turned to look y. .. turned out to be green. It was a bit surprising, but at least I found out that my house is light yellow.
Then it started raining, I tried to open y. .. the handle is released. That was pretty disappointing ...
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