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We were practilly married or atleast that is what our friends would say about us. We aren't though infact although I have always loved her I but I am not and never was inlove with her. We are very affectionate with each other but never sexual, you know, in case you were wondering.
Her name was vera, well actually her full name was veronica, veronica Anita Ontero. She was tall dark and slender, from south American descent, or atleast that is what we thought, It was either that or from middle eastern descent. You see vera was left on the steps of a orphanage when was 3 months old. A literal miracle she is even alive when she was found.
My mother volentered at the orphanage when I was 3 so we have known each other as long as I can remember. And when I was 6 the my mom became a full time employee at the orphanage but at that time they had another name for it. They called it the sisters home for the lost children. or sisters for short.
Then when I was 10 the director ,who was called Ms. Distacio, went insane and locked herself in the activities hall with a shot gun, and three of the children she molested them all and 18 hours later killed herself. Vera was one of the three survuivors from that fiasco.
I was vera's best friend. We had so much in common. She loved to sing and so did I but I wasn't as good at it as she was. Since the no one knew her real birthday, Sisters decided to give her my birthday.
Vera hated it at Sisters she must have run away a thousand times. I think I would have hated it too if I were her, no one was ever allowed to show affection. No hugs, kisses, no touching of any kind. Which is why I think Vera is so over sexed now. But don't tell her I said that. When Vera was 14 my mom adopted her but she got to stressed and turned her over to the orphanage soon after that. As soon as she was 18 Vera left for good. Its been 5 years since then.
Anyways it is five years later to the day. Me and Vera are 23 and in Las Vegas and the sun is coming up. We are celebrating our 23rd birthday. right now Vera is in the shower and singing at the top of her lungs. I bet she is getting the other patrons at the hotel annoyed with her. It is 5 something in the morning. You see we were out all night dancing. I think dancing for girls means more then it does for guys.
Vera had gotten out of the shower now and had stopped singing. I was still laying on the bed in the hotel room thinking about Vera's terrible childhood. Thinking back I found it hard to believe that we both were 23. Vera stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe while brushing her hair. She had her post song glow on her face.
I am not sure why I did it. maybe it was the booze. maybe it was the fact that I had stayed up over 24 hours now. But more then likely it was because I was in this whole 23rd birthday life reflection mood. But that is when I dropped the bomb.
"Veri" I said "what happened when you were 10"
Vera stopped brushing her hair.
I can't tell you what happened next.