Talking to my danish friend Henry, who came to visit to Argentina.
Henry: So, already a year you split up?
Ushka: Yeahp... time flies when you live to the fullest.
Henry: What ever happened to him?
Ushka: Dunno. One day he just took off and... POOF!
Henry: Ooohhh! He was gay?
Ushka: No, I meant POOF as in dis...
Henry: What?
Ushka: You know what? At this point, I'm starting to think Doña Olga's theory fits perfectly.
Henry: You never heard from him again?
Ushka: No, but I'm pretty sure that- and here's where I start singing- "Poof the magic drag queen lives by the queers. And frolicks in the autumn mist in a land called Homo Lee".
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POOF!
Quizás habría que inventar un nuevo verbo para casos como estos.
-Qué pasó con él?
-Un día poofeó!
Seguro Hans te transcribió nuestra conversación de hoy. No te puedo explicar las ganas de ser deborado por la tierra cuando me contestó.
...cosas que pasan.
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