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object”, or UFO. It was triangular shaped, like a boomerang and in its back
it had it had many white lights. It flew slowly so we were able to take a
good look at it and we can attest that it wasn’t an airplane. It flew over right
to left before our eyes, which had stopped blinking. Not making a sound it
flew into a cloud and disappeared.
We were all silent for a while but Mr. B ruined the magic of the moment
with his theory that the object was going to fly again over the same zone at
any moment. We all talked about what we saw and were very happy. We
then went into the living room to discus the details of the upcoming show.
The rest of the night our conversations revolved mainly around the
triangular object and the television show. All the while silly Mr. B kept
watching the skies.
By the time the meeting was over I felt I’d known Mercedes my whole life.
Even in little things we seemed like old friends. There was something
between us that was beyond the ordinary. Mercedes has now become one
of my best friends. We’ve gone through a lot of unforgettable experiences
together. So many it would require me to write an encyclopedia to cover
them all. In a nutshell, Mercedes is a very special human being. I’ll always
be thankful for her. On our way back, out of curiosity I asked Mr. Martín if
I’d fallen asleep anytime during the meeting. He said no but did mention he
had noticed something strange happened between Mercedes and I.
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