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I am 27 years old.
10 265 days.
At five I gave my first kiss.
At nine I fell down.
At fourteen I started wearing hair gel
and used my shirts out of my pants.
A weasel, very old,
not managing to go running after the rats, that were faster than her,
disguises herself of wheat and hides in a dark place.
A rat that was passing by,
thinking that it was something good to eat,
gets close to the weasel.
The weasel catches and kills him.
To the other rat
the same thing happens.
A third rat come and the story repeats.
A very old and experienced rat came
and discovering the enemy, even though far away, tells him:
“Hey you,
who ever you are laying there,
I wish you can live like you are
wheat”.
Always.
The king hears the cry of a child and a voice:
This now just born
will be your wife,
and even if luck will be petty,
always with you she will be a queen."