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The Daring of a Fifteen-Year-Old Boy
Or How Teens Are Silly
I’m going to confess something here that I never told anyone. It’s silly, I’ll say to you, but it was an epic experience for fifteen years old’s Juliano!
When I went to high school, we physically moved buildings at my school. We studied until the eighth grade in this place where people are in the photo below, and we started to study in the building at the back, which was not designed, specifically, to be a school:
This new building had narrow and wide rooms, like the one in the picture below:
You can see that the wall in front of us, in the last row, already appears there at the bottom on the left, right?
This means that there were only three desk rows and three hundred “columns.” We were a little huddled near the window. Because of this condition, I had my first “intimate contacts” with a girl in my entire life!
One of the most beautiful girls in the class sat directly across from me. As everything was very tight (see the girl’s leg in the picture above to understand), I ended up putting my foot on the support that was under her chair. One of my…
