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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Me siento en las nubes cuando tú me besas
"So does that mean we are Chino y Nacho?" Gracie asks after I posted lyrics from this song as a 'poem' on her wall.
"Um, of course," I reply.
"Can I be Nacho?"
I laugh. "That's good, because I wanted to be Chino."
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