ensure that the necessary powerful gulp a glass of Scotch and put it on the counter bar. Ice cubes zaterkotały bouncing off the walls of the vessel, attracting renewed attention to the bartender.
"One more." Threw przepalonym voice, reaching for the bottle.
"Enough", he replied, rising from his chair. Wrapped a scarf around his neck and walked towards the exit. Walking past the tables filled, gazed with envy at the seaman otępionego sleep, śliniącego tabletop. Evening
sobered him a piercing cold. He grabbed his jacket and tightly wrapped body, crossing his hands on his chest. Blustery wind from the ocean hit him with all the impetus, carrying with them the city bustle, chatter fuzzy horns, engines roar and clatter of trams. In the air you could feel the smell of rain. He decided not to hurry, scanning the wet marble pavement fuzzy overnight, alcohol and fatigue, citing his association with the belly of a whale. Seeing a taxi coming from an opposite, almost called her eyes, giving hope for a moment the driver, but eventually ended up on the short hesitance, after which, the taxi driver pressed the gas pedal more firmly into the floor, dragging the audio trail rozregulowanych pistons. Decided to return home on foot, and even as long weave through the streets until it feels sleep coming. He felt tired a few days of his absence. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, as when too fast to drink a few glasses of bourbon. He passed the site shop, staring at his face. By releasing step, and finally stopped. He looked dull for a long moment, tapping the tips of your fingers, swollen, dark circles under eyes sinymi crescents. His eyes seemed to be halved, and the red podbiegnięcia the protein seemed to be visible, even at dark night.
'Soon. Hold on a little longer. "He whispered under his nose tenderly. He let out a few tears with wet eyes, surrendering to the moment of helplessness. Crash cracking windows, overcome by his impetuosity sobered not blow it like that wanted.
"A little more, Lucy! See who you become without you?", Spat through gritted teeth, barely audible, breaking creak rozkalibrowanym back of his hand and rubbed his wet eyes.
answered only jarring glass under his soles.
closing behind entrance door of the apartment, pointed a vision in velvet sofa standing in the center of the living room. Curtains were drawn. Threw off his jacket and unwrapped the shawl, throwing them carelessly on the floor and headed toward the brick suede, stumbling along the way with trash standing in the hallway. The measure is wyturlały nierozpieczętowane never przestrzelone cans of coffee, meaning the black spirals oak flooring, zapruszoną strips of styrofoam, which laid out all the walls of the dwelling. He swore under his breath, sitting down on the sofa, but more than the excitement of powerlessness. Through half-closed eyelids while staring at a portrait of a woman standing on a bench, framed in a pewter frame, girded in the upper left corner of a black ribbon. A woman presented in the picture smiled at him, and he said its the same thing. Her black hair was girded with the back of the yellow ribbon, whose ends fell on the dresses of taffeta in aquamarine. He put the picture after a long time back and began to stare attentively at your hands until it closed eyelids. After it's a long time dream zastając it on the same activities. When he realized this, then looked up and glow of the sun blinded him. He heard the sound of broken under the weight of the grass steps. Covered his eyes with his hand and looked at an angle, against the silhouette of the sun shield czerwieniącego. It took a little bit to recognize a familiar ribbon.
"You finally. Long you were out", heard and felt his moist eyes again.
"I remarked as Q-Tip on the fifth quest / You and I go to meet rest "
Editors - [An End Has a Start # 03] The Weight Of The World
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