With every hit your ass on the steps was emitted a hopeful Sonidito a muffled groan and short that helped me to remember that those nearly fifty kilos of meat and cover bands up and down over and over belonged to a living being. I felt better when I reached at last the landing carpet upstairs. He had his back to a lot of parties, actually.
I got to the room and left her sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and his head resting on the mattress. The emergency bandage had begun desprendérsele and face, a bruise-eyed, white showing below the pad. He had black blood on his chin and nose. The little light that came to that point was more than enough for a glimpse of the carnage caused by the host to Vanish, The Mummy adventure, had given up the stairs.
- What the hell am I to do with you? I asked.
not flinch. It was clear that his destiny was to remain silent and senseless for the rest of his days. I turned to look at her, squatting on her, there was no reward in it all. I realized that the more I tried to do for her, just jodiéndolo. It would have been the time to leave at the door of any emergency facility, but did not. I did not.
Instead, I got out of there. I walked to the door of the room and felt the lock in search of a key switch should be but was not. In any case, I thought, if my mother had not changed the system from locking doors, and it was quite possible that I had not done "any key of the house would serve to run and lift the latch every room .
So I went to the bathroom. With care, once again, not to fuck the piñata as poor Vanish. And half of that found her blindness. I was there, resplendent, embedded inside the lock, waiting for me. Returned with her to my parents' room to test and, as previously estimated, it worked. I smiled. Not bad that something good come out occasionally.
I went in and shut the door on the inside. Was infinitely tired and hungry, but at that time only wanted to sleep. Sleep without worrying that Vanish, with his adventures, I leave your ass in the air.
The metaphor served to remind me that I was naked and unprecedented wave of shame washed over me suddenly. I imagined the scene that would wake up and preferred to get something up to not complicate things. I dug back into the closet of my mother and I found something like an underwear, covered my my shame and turned to help her up to bed.
"I do not have age andARTE with these little games," he recalled.
Silence returned my own reproach. I wondered if, deep down, would not be talking to myself. I was also greater for beating around with shit style. If I ran from Barstow California and I did not to complicate life. Let alone that way.
-Gmmmmpg ... "he said, falling on the bed.
"That's the smartest thing you said today.
I had saved llave debajo del calzoncillo. Si Vanish la intrépida intentaba escapar de la habitación sólo podría hacerlo de dos formas: saltando por la ventana del segundo piso o rebuscando entre mis pelotas. De cualquiera de las dos formas tendría que enterarme.
Y, sabiendo esto, me dormí. Me dormí de verdad. No había dormido tan bien en siglos.
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I got to the room and left her sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and his head resting on the mattress. The emergency bandage had begun desprendérsele and face, a bruise-eyed, white showing below the pad. He had black blood on his chin and nose. The little light that came to that point was more than enough for a glimpse of the carnage caused by the host to Vanish, The Mummy adventure, had given up the stairs.
- What the hell am I to do with you? I asked.
not flinch. It was clear that his destiny was to remain silent and senseless for the rest of his days. I turned to look at her, squatting on her, there was no reward in it all. I realized that the more I tried to do for her, just jodiéndolo. It would have been the time to leave at the door of any emergency facility, but did not. I did not.
Instead, I got out of there. I walked to the door of the room and felt the lock in search of a key switch should be but was not. In any case, I thought, if my mother had not changed the system from locking doors, and it was quite possible that I had not done "any key of the house would serve to run and lift the latch every room .
So I went to the bathroom. With care, once again, not to fuck the piñata as poor Vanish. And half of that found her blindness. I was there, resplendent, embedded inside the lock, waiting for me. Returned with her to my parents' room to test and, as previously estimated, it worked. I smiled. Not bad that something good come out occasionally.
I went in and shut the door on the inside. Was infinitely tired and hungry, but at that time only wanted to sleep. Sleep without worrying that Vanish, with his adventures, I leave your ass in the air.
The metaphor served to remind me that I was naked and unprecedented wave of shame washed over me suddenly. I imagined the scene that would wake up and preferred to get something up to not complicate things. I dug back into the closet of my mother and I found something like an underwear, covered my my shame and turned to help her up to bed.
"I do not have age andARTE with these little games," he recalled.
Silence returned my own reproach. I wondered if, deep down, would not be talking to myself. I was also greater for beating around with shit style. If I ran from Barstow California and I did not to complicate life. Let alone that way.
-Gmmmmpg ... "he said, falling on the bed.
"That's the smartest thing you said today.
I had saved llave debajo del calzoncillo. Si Vanish la intrépida intentaba escapar de la habitación sólo podría hacerlo de dos formas: saltando por la ventana del segundo piso o rebuscando entre mis pelotas. De cualquiera de las dos formas tendría que enterarme.
Y, sabiendo esto, me dormí. Me dormí de verdad. No había dormido tan bien en siglos.
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