so I decide.. lets try and walk it home.. yes the sun is warm.. a bit hot.. sweaty.. but LETS walk it.. and I here complaining..which tells.. me... OH we going there.. maybe we NEED to remember to be grateful.. taxis are a TREAT... privilege.. so I de shirt you.. promising as MANY big popsicles as you want.. lets. go..
I don't know if de shirting is something that isn't done.. cause you got a lot of stares.. some smiles.. MORE attention.. you boys didn't notice.. as your rarely do.. we are in our own little bubble..