The Story


Manola and Me

Manola not only changed me for the better, but I know she touched a lot of people as well.

I remember the exact day she came into my life, and now, as I trek to the top of the world I will remember the exact day she left my life.

Its really really rough knowing that when I go home now, she won’t be there waiting for me.

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  1. Marcela Monce

    October 4th, 2010 at 1:58 am

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  2. omid

    October 4th, 2010 at 2:35 pm

    Dude that sucks,i remember the first time i met manola, well probably the second bc the first time was like 2am. We were getitng out of ur car in AZ and she was sleeping the garage and i stepped on her tail and i thought she was giong to bite me, but she was just scared. I will miss her.

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