November

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November, in this country, is a time of remembrance and mourn. We even have a special kind of pastries for this month, which have the creepy name of ‘Saints’ bones’.

(Yes, I’m Evil Spambot, and I’m back ;) )

I never have considered November like such a gloomy month, ever. November is, for this humble Spambot, a month full of joy and work, friends and laughs, parties and birthdays –it’s my BD too- and, this year, November is the sixth month after the reader on the tube and I met (on the tube, of course). It will see, also, how my future is unfogged and how I am ready to take a couple of steps forward. More than ready. I know who I am.

Not everything was like a rainbow, no. My faithful computer died, and also this loyal laptop, who, fortunately, was resurrected by a special human being, the Guy of the Broken Computers’ Shop. However, despite all his vast knowledge, he was not able to keep Photoshopland in the map, so the image I’ve chosen to illustrate this post is not mine. I hope you like it, though. It has lots to do with the purpose of this post.

I have to leave. This is my life, lately. I can’t devote too much time to my favourite things. I miss you all, madly. I only hope all this sacrifice will be rewarded.

Yours, more than ever,

~ Evil Spambot ~

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