phone rings, cell phone. I'm sitting in a bar, should not be the nine o'clock yet.
"Hello, bichi-is a woman's voice is mixed with the sweetness drowsiness. I wanted to say that yesterday I broke all, I lost count of the orgasms, I made soup. The pillow has your whiff, I will continue sleeping I love you, bye-cut. Sign
woman at bar. He sits in front of me. Is haggard, emaciated, somewhat overweight. Lips painted a pale pink that makes you want to mourn.
"I hate you, motherfucker. I gave the best years of my life. I'd better start spending the money that the lawyer said, because if not most do not see Catalina. Ah, you're a disgusting person, I wanted to say, "You wake up, think for a moment if you throw me in the face of the cup water is on the table, or better yet the cup. After taking the water, standing, and goes with the cup in his hand.
phone rings, cell phone.
"Yes," says magician voice, male, very hoarse. Everything went perfect, we charge. I have your part, ninety lucas. We have to go take a good champagne, boys-young wants to party. Sign
a man. Keep a bag of those triangular, as health visitor. The man sits, the armpits of his shirt stained with sweat, an old and rusty. He lights a cigarette, Jockey Smooth, gives a puff.
"We're in the oven," he says. He fell off the local buyer. Suppliers say they do not expect more, if we do not pay us pass over. You know how we did yesterday? Not even enough to pay the cleaning pibas. You and your ideas of shit. What the fuck knew us food? You have to file bankruptcy, go into hiding for a while, then looking for a laburito. What a shitty life, I'm rotten to paddle.
Turns cigarette in my cup of coffee. I left a bunch of papers, gets up, goes.
What happens, what is happening, I think, is that yesterday I bought a great cell phone, cell phone always wanted. But I am still me.
"Hello, bichi-is a woman's voice is mixed with the sweetness drowsiness. I wanted to say that yesterday I broke all, I lost count of the orgasms, I made soup. The pillow has your whiff, I will continue sleeping I love you, bye-cut. Sign
woman at bar. He sits in front of me. Is haggard, emaciated, somewhat overweight. Lips painted a pale pink that makes you want to mourn.
"I hate you, motherfucker. I gave the best years of my life. I'd better start spending the money that the lawyer said, because if not most do not see Catalina. Ah, you're a disgusting person, I wanted to say, "You wake up, think for a moment if you throw me in the face of the cup water is on the table, or better yet the cup. After taking the water, standing, and goes with the cup in his hand.
phone rings, cell phone.
"Yes," says magician voice, male, very hoarse. Everything went perfect, we charge. I have your part, ninety lucas. We have to go take a good champagne, boys-young wants to party. Sign
a man. Keep a bag of those triangular, as health visitor. The man sits, the armpits of his shirt stained with sweat, an old and rusty. He lights a cigarette, Jockey Smooth, gives a puff.
"We're in the oven," he says. He fell off the local buyer. Suppliers say they do not expect more, if we do not pay us pass over. You know how we did yesterday? Not even enough to pay the cleaning pibas. You and your ideas of shit. What the fuck knew us food? You have to file bankruptcy, go into hiding for a while, then looking for a laburito. What a shitty life, I'm rotten to paddle.
Turns cigarette in my cup of coffee. I left a bunch of papers, gets up, goes.
What happens, what is happening, I think, is that yesterday I bought a great cell phone, cell phone always wanted. But I am still me.
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