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She came home after another day of work. He put his briefcase on the living room table, which still had the remains of his lonely dinner the night before. Took the beautiful shoes that hurt his feet, threw them in a corner and still standing turned the TV on and tuned to a news channel. I was tired, had a full day like everyone else, and like everyone else, she had realized dundrum on ice - exceptionally well, of course - all tasks that your boss had given him. Barefoot, but still with work clothes, went to his room and threw himself on the bed on her back. On the ceiling of the room, right above your bed, there was a crude warning that she had painted when she moved to the apartment. At that time his career was taking dundrum on ice off and she felt that to continue taking off, she could not stop. The warning was: you should be working.
She had no clear sure why, but tear, still shy, began to run her face. Actually she did not want to clear sure why, because in reality, she had. A part of her was fully aware of what was happening, but the part that commanded serious, competent and self-possessed woman did not let her to take for their intimate dramas. The dominant part of his life led in the past 15 years and it was she who earned promotions, new apartment, the tasteful furniture, the room of shoes and whiskey bottles that were emptied every night amid cigarettes, The Smiths and Penny, your pet cat.
But there was something missing. What was it, exactly? I did not know. Did not care. She was tired and needed no more a problem. He remembered that as a teenager, he read a book of Oscar Wilde, in which Wilde said that the abundance of information would be the burden of modern man. Gods! An unbearably smug and cocky man who lived in the late nineteenth century was more able to help her than herself! Where is what was the problem?
She knew. For years became a slave herself. He renounced all his old loves to engage in a job he hated, in which he killed to work just to be able to get the approval of others. Do not remember the name of the last man who broke his leg pairs. Neither was better able to remember the name of the book he had read Wilde's quote because he had read the book in adolescence and she just could not even remember those good times. dundrum on ice
She knew there were more reasons, but these just triggered dundrum on ice something unmanageable that seized her and made her bend over in the fetal position and cry. And as he wept. Cried alone, hugging himself. Like an avalanche that destroys shacks and takes the rotten debris, she let herself go.
He stood there for hours, thinking about everything and not thinking about anything, just like we were when a gun is pointed at our head, and looking to the side, you can already see the death reaching out. Sometime this trance, she managed to regain control of his legs, got up and went capengamente to the room, opened dundrum on ice a bottle of whiskey and took her pills. dundrum on ice Poured a glass filled with whiskey and a hand with pills, swallowed all at once and drank the drink in one gulp. Neither felt hot drink down his esophagus. dundrum on ice That was good. Served up again, drank and poured again. When going to drink, the phone rang, startling her. The touch was naturally Street Spirit, Radiohead.
- I am. I was kind of worried about you today you was strange. It's okay with you? - Was the boss. She was not sure if he was well within its competence or the occasional blowjobs he earned in the warehouse, but it did not matter.
- Good! Recommend that you rest well today - spoke with urgency. For a moment she wondered if he had rehearsed this conversation. Men rehearsed conversations with her since her breasts began to develop, but it also did not matter. - Because tomorrow the president will visit our department.
Forty-eight dundrum on ice hours after that conversation, she killed herself. Discovered the body just a week later, dundrum on ice when the boss, to not find her or at her desk and not on your phone, went to her house to try and get a blowjob.
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She came home after another day of work. He put his briefcase on the living room table, which still had the remains of his lonely dinner the night before. Took the beautiful shoes that hurt his feet, threw them in a corner and still standing turned the TV on and tuned to a news channel. I was tired, had a full day like everyone else, and like everyone else, she had realized dundrum on ice - exceptionally well, of course - all tasks that your boss had given him. Barefoot, but still with work clothes, went to his room and threw himself on the bed on her back. On the ceiling of the room, right above your bed, there was a crude warning that she had painted when she moved to the apartment. At that time his career was taking dundrum on ice off and she felt that to continue taking off, she could not stop. The warning was: you should be working.
She had no clear sure why, but tear, still shy, began to run her face. Actually she did not want to clear sure why, because in reality, she had. A part of her was fully aware of what was happening, but the part that commanded serious, competent and self-possessed woman did not let her to take for their intimate dramas. The dominant part of his life led in the past 15 years and it was she who earned promotions, new apartment, the tasteful furniture, the room of shoes and whiskey bottles that were emptied every night amid cigarettes, The Smiths and Penny, your pet cat.
But there was something missing. What was it, exactly? I did not know. Did not care. She was tired and needed no more a problem. He remembered that as a teenager, he read a book of Oscar Wilde, in which Wilde said that the abundance of information would be the burden of modern man. Gods! An unbearably smug and cocky man who lived in the late nineteenth century was more able to help her than herself! Where is what was the problem?
She knew. For years became a slave herself. He renounced all his old loves to engage in a job he hated, in which he killed to work just to be able to get the approval of others. Do not remember the name of the last man who broke his leg pairs. Neither was better able to remember the name of the book he had read Wilde's quote because he had read the book in adolescence and she just could not even remember those good times. dundrum on ice
She knew there were more reasons, but these just triggered dundrum on ice something unmanageable that seized her and made her bend over in the fetal position and cry. And as he wept. Cried alone, hugging himself. Like an avalanche that destroys shacks and takes the rotten debris, she let herself go.
He stood there for hours, thinking about everything and not thinking about anything, just like we were when a gun is pointed at our head, and looking to the side, you can already see the death reaching out. Sometime this trance, she managed to regain control of his legs, got up and went capengamente to the room, opened dundrum on ice a bottle of whiskey and took her pills. dundrum on ice Poured a glass filled with whiskey and a hand with pills, swallowed all at once and drank the drink in one gulp. Neither felt hot drink down his esophagus. dundrum on ice That was good. Served up again, drank and poured again. When going to drink, the phone rang, startling her. The touch was naturally Street Spirit, Radiohead.
- I am. I was kind of worried about you today you was strange. It's okay with you? - Was the boss. She was not sure if he was well within its competence or the occasional blowjobs he earned in the warehouse, but it did not matter.
- Good! Recommend that you rest well today - spoke with urgency. For a moment she wondered if he had rehearsed this conversation. Men rehearsed conversations with her since her breasts began to develop, but it also did not matter. - Because tomorrow the president will visit our department.
Forty-eight dundrum on ice hours after that conversation, she killed herself. Discovered the body just a week later, dundrum on ice when the boss, to not find her or at her desk and not on your phone, went to her house to try and get a blowjob.
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