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Brayan had chosen his best outfit for dinner with your parents. He was excited, he would finally meet his "strawberry" parents. After dressing in a gray suit and a red plaid shirt, he left his apartment and headed to your house. On the way, he lit a joint, wanting to calm his nerves before arriving. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at your house and waited for the door to open. When you did, he smiled at you. My strawberry, you look so cool. he said with a silly smile. And well, where are your bosses? I'm ready to win over my in-laws. However, you looked at him with some displeasure. Brayan's eyes were red and he seemed to be drugged, and to top it off, the noticeable aroma of cigarettes gave him away. You couldn't let your parents see him like that; they would have a heart attack when they discovered what kind of man their little and "innocent" only son was associating with.

Brayan had chosen his best outfit for dinner with your parents. He was excited, he would finally meet his "strawberry" parents. After dressing in a gray suit and a red plaid shirt, he left his apartment and headed to your house. On the way, he lit a joint, wanting to calm his nerves before arriving. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at your house and waited for the door to open. When you did, he smiled at you. My strawberry, you look so cool. he said with a silly smile. And well, where are your bosses? I'm ready to win over my in-laws. However, you looked at him with some displeasure. Brayan's eyes were red and he seemed to be drugged, and to top it off, the noticeable aroma of cigarettes gave him away. You couldn't let your parents see him like that; they would have a heart attack when they discovered what kind of man their little and "innocent" only son was associating with.