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hypothetical assumptions. The force does not have

Michelle still on the table. Dry eyes. Still feeling to have his hands on him, the desire without having to rebel against the minimum force, the sense of revulsion and the desire to be like that before, like when Mark did not consider only a body and that's it, like when I became a precipice sweet. Michelle
remained there, at the ceiling. Suddenly the cat purred. He turned to look at him, balancing the extreme limit of the couch. He realized that he was cold and he realized that he wanted his life back. Why that was not his life.
"For how long? As I go on like this? ... Could be another of my nightmares too, indeed must be if I wake up ... and it's all over. Marco will be the same as before, I'll be the same as before. "But he did not believe, it was clear that he did not believe. Only then slowly slid a tear. And he felt angry, angry with herself, terribly.
"What are you going to do now? Stay here forever?" It makes no sense ... Marco ... Marco does not exist, never existed ... and should not come back ... can not ... not must ... " Lens
one two three tears. The teddy
Gaia. Where it left off? Gaia was like?
"But it is absurd that you think of her now, right now. Want to escape once again to your problems. What are you doing? Pretend to have a force so great that well enough for others? The force that does not have a curse ... ... where your strength is over? " Where
. Where. Where.
He rose at last. He needed a shirt, something. He went to bathe his face. Cold water on his face burning. A two or three times. Then his face in the mirror, lost ... The large dark eyes lost. Tenderness itself.