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017. Roulette # 2

heavy air - Mark hovering over the bodies of beautiful young girls from the milky white skin - Michelle felt the pain of Gaia through the teddy bear.
The wife of the caretaker watched diprezzo the pink dressing gown, still caught on the hook in the wall of the building, "Please, lever that rag!" Fausto said, pointing to her robe.
The son carried out the order very quickly, and saw that there was something in a pocket of the garment. The curiosity was so strong that Fausto stuck his hand in his pocket. He felt a couple of times without removing the mysterious object, "seems like a book ... maybe a notebook," he thought. While approaching the wife of the porter, or his mother, took strong the book and put it in the pocket of his sweatshirt ... was a quick, instant ... the mother or the wife of the caretaker, was too busy to discuss the attempted suicide because of this new with the old maid, to capture the furtive movement of the child.
"Bravo, give me this crap! Who knows what disease brings with it!" he shouted, without a minimum of respect for the present, the woman known by all as the wife of the caretaker. Fausto walked away without saying anything to anyone, in total indifference.
Michelle was returning home, his heart tied with a string of sadness - the teddy bear always in hand - Marco sat on the stairs of a building, waiting for - the ants in column thought to their work - the frantic maid breathed her fan - the wife of the lawyer was having a sexual relationship with the lawyer - Mark heard all the noise - not lost one - a symphony of sound enveloped the entire hall - a hiccups and a crunch - a start and a yawn - one step after another - Fausto, sitting on a bench and began to leaf through the diary of Gaia - a ray of light in the darkness. Michelle gave
not even look at the building, pulled straight, I would just lie on the bed in the company of Toph. He climbed the stairs slowly, fatigue began to take over her frail body, when suddenly a voice crept into his ears: "Hello, I was waiting for. "It was Marco.