Fan the ceiling with a suspended beneath it on the fly lepem, operated at high speed. This morning the air was very stuffy. Anyone who only could he went to the north. The town had something to spauzowanej freeze. On the door of most stores there are signs of the "closed until further notice." The whole town on a regular basis just to function bezynowa station at Route 66
Wyplątał then permeated the sheets, putting your feet on the floor planed. Long ceased to pay attention to the order placing the feet. He felt that, and so everyone is starting from the left. Before oblepionym morning dew window, reflected the foggy glass of coming to life day, squinting his eyes accustomed to the sun wstajacego with him.
"You should go Jimmy - he felt the words on the back of the neck, as the finest lash the wind.
"should" - replied, looking constantly on the vague distance. Fired a match against the window and suggested at the summit of a cigarette in his mouth.
"A lot of things should I long ago" - he added turning toward the bed. Cherri
sat on the bed, covering his feet with hands, oparając chin on his knees. Her face was hidden behind a strangely blurred make-up, and wisps of hair to twrazy przylepionymi irregularly. He thought that it could be so beautiful, that does not deserve this city that it is unfair that at such a young age she looked much older than he is.
"Your inner life is monaż chapters, since I remember correctly ... And we know ... How much longer?"
"Never protestowalaś" - he stopped throwing the cigarette on the driveway outside the window, under the wheels of an old Ford ośmiolitrowego odpryskujacym blue lacquer.
waited.
"So distraction to me once again" - she whispered.
T. Love - [Antyidol # 01] Banalny
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