The first time they told me her name I didn’t think of how violent it would be to love her masculine side. We both harbor opposite principles. There is no doubt that her nature is stronger than mine. Alex never combs her hair. She is restless and somewhat haughty, those kind of girls who would rather wait standing than sitting. She is always found nervous, with a suspicious look and a small mouth. Very confident of herself, but nevertheless nothing calms her. Nothing but my soul: biting her mouth is overcoming her in battle, sour strawberry who dyes blue my manhood.