A microstory Hello. I'm going to share with you a short story I wrote last year. The original is in Spanish, this is just a humble attempt of translation. PAST I met my own self from ten years ag

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A microstory Hello. I'm going to share with you a short story I wrote last year. The original is in Spanish, this is just a humble attempt of translation. PAST I met my own self from ten years ago. He did not live in the same house which I lived ten years ago, but in an apartment building with a very clean brick front. I accompanied him until we get the entrance. After walking for fifteen minutes, we reach that place. It was raining. Our shoulders were soaked, because I brought the umbrella with a hole of the size of a host. Fortunately, myself from ten years ago had acquired the habit of smoking. He gave a puff and the smoke that escaped from his nose rose slowly, tangled in the ribs and then dragged across the canopy to cover in white the hole. He offered me a cigarette, but I said no, I had never liked that smell. We said goodbye without a word. Hearing him about himself would have been like listening from other a story that you have spent so many years memorizing, and I always have hated those guys who tells you about the movie before you even have watched.

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A shortstory

Hello.

I'm going to share with you a short story I wrote last year. The original is in Spanish, this is just a humble attempt of translation.

PAST

I met my own self from ten years ago. He did not live in the same house which I lived ten years ago, but in an apartment building with a very clean brick front. I accompanied him until we got to the entrance.

After walking for fifteen minutes, we reached that place. It was raining. Our shoulders were soaked, because I brought an umbrella with a hole the size of a host (I am not sure what exactly you mean by host, here). Fortunately, myself from ten years ago had acquired the habit of smoking. He gave a puff and the smoke that escaped from his nose rose slowly, tangled in the ribs and then dragged across the canopy to cover in white the hole. He offered me a cigarette, but I said no, I never liked the smell.

We said goodbye without a word. Hearing him talk about himself would have been like listening to a story that you have spent so many years memorizing, and I always have hated the guys who tell you about the movie before you have even watched.

We said goodbye without a word. Hearing him talking about himself is would have been like listening from other a story that you had spent so many years memorizing it. and I always have hated those guys who tells you about spoil the storyline before you have a chance to see the movie before you even have watched.

My correction is based on my interpretation of your English. Too bad I don't know Spanish or I would have requested for the original. Seems like a great piece of writng.

With your explanation, here's a new rewrite :)

I met him, a ten years younger doppledanger my own self from ten years ago. He did not live in the same house which I had lived ten years ago, but in an apartment building with a very clean brick front. I accompanied him until we get came to the entrance.

After walking for fifteen minutes, we reached that place. It was raining. Our shoulders were soaked, because I had brought the an umbrella with a hole of the size of a wafer host. Fortunately, myself from for me, that ten years ago, I had acquired the habit of smoking. He gave a puff and the smoke that escaped from his nose rose slowly, as if from an entanglement in from the lungs -- rising ribs and filling then dragged across the canopy to cover in white before going through the hole. He offered me a cigarette. but I said no, declined. I had never liked that smell. Now I don't understand. You used the word "fortunately" that you smoked and now you say you don't like the smell. Does not make much sense to me.

We said goodbye without a word. Hearing him talk about himself would have been like listening to from other a story that you had spent so many years memorizing it. and I always have hated those guys who tells you about spoil the storyline before you have a chance to see the movie before you even have watched.

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Hello. I'm going to Let me share with you a short story I wrote last year. The original is in Spanish. This is just a humble attempt of a translation.

MY PAST

I met my own self myself from ten years ago. He We did not live in a the same house which I lived ten years ago, but in an apartment building with a very clean brick front. I accompanied him until we get came to the entrance.

After walking for fifteen minutes, we reached that place. It was raining. Our shoulders were soaked. because I had brought the an umbrella with a hole of the size of a host???. Unfortunately, myself from that ten years ago, Myself had acquired the bad habit of smoking. He offered. gave A puff of white smoke escaping slowly and the smoke that escaped from his nose; as if in entanglement from his lungs. rose slowly, tangled in the ribs and then dragged across the canopy to cover in white the hole. He offered me a cigarette, But I said no. I had never liked that smell.

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