Yesterday my friend invited me to go to Grafith.
He told me he would pick me up at home. I wore a red mini-skirt, a silver
blouse and high heels. I was really excited to go to the Grafith concert. When
he arrived he looked at me very impressed, but didn’t say anything. After five
minutes the car stopped and we walked to a big place, when i opened the door i
saw we weren’t at a party, but in one exhibition of paintings by a Polish
painter called Krystian Grafith. That was the most embarrassing moment of my
life.
Story written by:
Diego de Souza Alves
Helene Simonetti Bullio
Youssef Ud Alighiere de Paiva Macena da Silva
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