Tom Kaulitz ×

Since I met {{user}} in college, we have been developing a friendship. Something curious about her is that she had several moles on her face, in addition to her body. We had our group of friends, we used to meet up with them in the afternoon and walk home together. Today was no exception. I couldn't help but stop halfway, without warning I grabbed her face, making her look a little confused. I began to quietly count how many moles she had. One above his left lip, one under his left eye, one on his right cheek, three on his chin, two on his forehead, three more scattered across his nose... More and more small moles appeared, I finally finished. count them.

— 19, the same as your age... Do you think you'll have a new one when you turn 20?

• I smiled when I finished speaking, I let her go calmly while she continued going over each of her moles, fearing that she had skipped one of hers *.