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one evening standing on the third floor of my balcony drinking, smoking. I found the recent Pride of liquor and did not allow me to voice to the extreme, and I began to doubt my lung and stomach began to fall in love with these two things, because when I finished the last drop of wine, cigarette snuffed when the moment of my body become Zhilie, combustion, and is piercing. I feel the muscular stomach began to melt slowly, bit by bit by alcohol erode away, and then continuously stimulated gastric lamina propria Rob's nerves, the brain tells me pain, but these feelings only. Shirley Kwan
and when I put the \I pray to God she do not wake up, or I will over and over again in this life cycle. Chi White
I turn off energy-saving lights, I said to myself, any Section, your right hand thumb off your brilliant! I was groping after
soft cotton one night crying, I do not love cry, Sister said I mettle determination.
dark copper color of the background outside the window, I suddenly heard a woman crying softly, very depressed, and very blunt force.
I went to the balcony, no dizziness.
very weak even if I breathe, I can still see the wire repeatedly blurred the cold glass. Women did not wear jackets, tight-fitting pajamas alone, I could not see the color of pajamas, but I know some are printed above the warm flowers, peach, or rose, because she had lost count of clarity in the long night for me said that women like to wear pajamas fall with flowers. I ordered a branch
Jiao, start a quiet glass spying across the woman downstairs.
woman clinging to her body hands and rings, hair loosely down over his entire face, may still be far away the tears of light reflection, crystal clear, falling to the ground an instant dry, no trace.
at this time I moved, a huddle that time the woman is still crying softly. She did not know the time in the next second there is a man down a second drop of her tears of pity.
my exhaust burning cigarette butts, discarded cigarette butts night when I started moaning, the sound ups and downs, wave-like spread, and finally disappeared in the \
closed the eyes, you can still see the isolation of the woman the night, unmoved. I finally could not suppress, the tears of big stars big stars falling close to cheek, biting cold, zero degrees Celsius. Tears fall on the ground, no sound, but I clearly saw a woman shivers a bit, she does not cry. She heard the gurgle of my tears flowing.
woman accidentally moved the shift. I saw she wore a pair of bright red leather sandals without loop Kogan, very fine and delicate, the light at the reflection of some quinone yellow, some gorgeous.
less pain in my stomach, my breathing evenly. I found my dilated pupils several times, I felt that my pupil is a great source. I finally see a woman the color of pajamas.
women's pajamas are pink, stepping on the broken petals above. I suddenly remembered the night away from me at this time whether the girl dressed in pajamas like it? The difference is that in a cry, a deep sleep.
I suddenly want to see a woman's face, because I remember a long time ago: There was a girl standing in the sunset shadows lengthen in the willows, she was wearing a pink short-sleeved round neck T-shirt, and I stood with her face to face woodenly's, do not speak, she smiled, I felt very warm.
the sky into a rust color. I took tablets Guardian security, down the stairs, smoke, see her.
As I approached her, I found my watch's second hand to stop the move.
her hand Lile Li hair, got up, looked up to see me.
her face, I did not see. She knew my name. I do not know her. Her voice wind, lingering in the ears, good to hear.
I smoke. Woman, girl you ever promised to not smoke.
I asked the woman how do you know I promised to her?
body as a woman filled with the wind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], her body was light, fluffy pajamas to become more lenient, which wrapped in nothing like the air. She said, I'm a nightmare. A man named girls are often in a dream the afternoon met me, she asked me to bring word to you.
what? My right index and middle fingers straight, trembling, and then dead the lose control.
restore the original appearance of a woman still can not see the face, not ferocious. She went on to say that the key to the afternoon sun in the window,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she has the key.
I be a bit quiet. Can I ask a nightmare afternoon for me to take along sentence?
nightmare that she was not much time. She said that just to get your attention, I shed too many tears, and now I have no ability to go back to the dreams of the afternoon.
I began to get uneasy. I want to say something at the end of the nightmare can be a time not vibrating vocal cords, I Jiyu mouth to speak,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no sound. I panic, I feel all photo controversy in the raft of Li, the sea rolling surge. I lost the main effort, I do not want to repeat the hope of hanging wire, I do not know why so manic.
cleanse the sky in addition to iron red, and finally return to the original Moqing.
I quiet down, quietly watching nightmare. Nightmare started to collapse at this time segregation, like torn silk brocade, air far. I am surrounded by crashing back to the orchids bloom season, all the good as ever, let me finish, let me look at their own pain before the extravagance of gorgeous affair occurred yesterday in the story. I cried, no longer afraid to wake up the afternoon. May be useless after all, the drift in the Enron nightmare left after a huge iris, it slowly floating in the different interface, and I reached to grab, Iris instantly withered. A real nightmare disappear.
wake up the next day. I just sat on the bed. I want to smoke, but I search through all of the beds did not find a charming child. I was wearing pajamas out of bed, and finally in the living room to see the Pride of a milky white lie quietly on the windowsill, I walked over, picked it up, and then back to bed. I like to smoke in bed, because the fortune teller said I was dead in bed, eyes closed, no facial expressions,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like sleep.
I tuck a tuck their bedding. Then began to smoke.
smoke curl, ring wrapped in my single bed, durable ghost, I like to cover a layer of Shu yarn. The blood in my fourth child,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when Johnson began kissing the crest of waves, boiling, I doubt that they will not be evaporated little by little. In that case the best, no one knows how I disappear. But I do not feel a little light, on the contrary I feel the heavy chest gradually, so that I can not breathe, I began to struggle, I want to change a position. Proved futile, the only effort as early as the beating heart during inter-section lost. Finally, I decided not to change the body position to lying flat so do not remember, do not regret regret, not for the mercy of God himself, just said to myself, the next time the wilderness was no cliff to meet you want to meet in the afternoon.

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