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- That day, Elsa was about to discover I was her secret admirer. For a few days, Elsa had been trying to meet her secret admirer. And when my sister has an idea, she never lets go.
- This can't go on. This admirer had to disappear for good. I resorted to drastic measures. She was going to meet Vincent. His job, actor. He would embody the admirer for an afternoon. His mission, dismiss Elsa, disappoint her, and make her flee without breaking her heart. I had used my absolute taste to plan something disgusting. They were meeting on a bench. Elsa looked pretty for him and he had made lot of efforts. Vincent was deep in character. He said, "Hey, what's up." But she was under his spell. This won't be easy, but this is just the beginning. Vincent showed her his neighborhood so that Elsa knew him better. He showed her where he got inspired to write letters, where he lived, where he went to the bathroom when his were clogged, "I'll be back," where he did his sports, he showed her his tattoos, ankle, shoulder, and buttocks. But Elsa loved to ride. Vincent did not know what to do. He improvised. He tried to be mean, but improvised poorly. And Elsa forgave him all. So, I pulled out my joker, the admirer favorite bar, Cantada II. The first step towards hell. She was afraid. Elsa was still at her first cup of tea and the admirer had already drunk four beers. Time for an aperitif, insects, maggots, and locusts. Finally, the admirer disgusted her. Victory. I congratulated Russell and I paid him. It was not cheap, but it was worth it. It was the end of this secret admirer. Everything was in order.
- Hoo, that day I almost forgot my hat, but my secret admirer was still here. Wolves, my favorite kind.