Dear Nolan
Tree or Electric Pole

Nesya tapped her finger at the steering wheel, enjoying the music coming out of her car stereo. Nesya enjoyed the trip tonight while thinking about how to get her car broken every day. Yes, one car entered the workshop is not a problem, there are still cars owned by his father who just lined up parking in the garage of his house.

Nesya increasingly serious thought about whether his car was very far from the word strike let alone damaged. Did he just crash into the power pole like his father's politician friend. Nah! It is too extreme can – can one village turn off the lights because of the action.

Nesya canceled her intention to harm that society. Maybe a tree is better not to harm anyone. At most only the bird houses were affected. But no! How about in obscurity and silly death, deket Bang Nolan did not, deket angel of death yes. Nesya canceled her intention to crash the car into a tree or electric pole.

Nesya decided to think about it later. He will stay at his sister's house tonight, in his big house there will be socialite gathering of his mother's friends. Nesya just lazy to meet with socialites who show off their respective properties.

Nesya arrives at the housing where her sister is. Nesya immediately entered the whitewashed house. It turns out he has been welcomed with his beautiful and funny ponytail which is now almost 7 years old. Both went into the house.

“Anty, see Aline's nice picture isn't it? Aline wants to join the race.” Nesya was directly handed a paper containing pictures of the house and small family children in front of the house.

“Keren Alien, jago is indeed Anty's nephew. You'll win." Nesya praised as she gave a thumbs up.

“This is Alien, this is Mami, this is Papi, this is Omah, this is Opah.” Alien passed one by one pictures of people on his paper.

“Yes, Anty why isn't there?” Nesya pouting.

“Papi said, Anty does not need to be in the picture. Anty has no side with him, Anty time with the same cow?” The alien pointed at the picture of the cow on the paper.

Nesya laughed, his father lost. Suweh nih kakasa ya in order to take a cow. Here and there I am a single man, who will wait for the right candidate for the priest.

“Nesya, are you here?” tiara asked who suddenly appeared from behind the main door.

“Yes Brother, I want to stay here tonight, sister tumben not overtime,”

“Yes, Brother wants to go home quickly. All of you know Adrian big brother car needs to go to the workshop, the pull starts heavy.”

Nesya took Tiara's car keys and gave her car keys. Tiara just gawked at Nesya's behavior. Excited, the windfall is nowhere.

Tiara is still gawking, “Nesya you do not practice, anyways your time girls go to the workshop.”

“Lunch practice. Safe My beautiful sister,” exclaimed Nesya. Tiara also resignedly saw Nesya who was so excited.

Indeed, if it is windfall, as far as any evasion will certainly also be able to find a way to meet.

"Why do you cry?" exclamation Tiara see Nesya.

Nesya wants a story but back and forth, her beautiful-faced sister-in-law is not a suitable vent for romance problems.

"No, sister, often rusakin car, hand over to Nesya."

"You're weird Nesya?" guan Tiara chose to leave instead of serving Nesya.

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