A Japanese symbol that does not remember anything, just useless tiny serial numbers and dozens of screws, if you're good to see them. The back of an LCD screen leaves you only to consult with yourself. A wonder if all those cables can also act as fuses. To turn the eyes in climbing ivy or a lone climber. Of those with bare hands.
The fact is that with you the other side, the screen reminds me of those pictures as a hairpiece that hide the safe. He has the desire to deviate from the first moment, but you end up with let's eyes, blinded by their ugliness desirable. So it is with me in front of this gray plastic that evil is contrary to my eyes. I'd pay for a quick peek. The rest is half an hour I try to intrude without success. To me you'll stay a pink sweater and a hand on the mouse shell. With the tips of your hair and brown wool on the enamel without long fingernails scratching the air.
And if now you ask where is the bathroom? Maybe you tick threatening to the wall as the fin of a great white shark for a walk in the ocean. I cut the legs, which are already paying for shaking my stupid shyness. Besides, then you need to point the finger to turn me into an inert doll sbrodolante and purple in the middle of the corridor. In both cases touch me drag me to the bathroom crushed by the weight of yet another defeat. Yet I feel I have to, something moves me. It is not courage, but even the bladder.
Second door on the right. Your words came as a timely and accurate that some stone thrown by a boy. Soon there's not that I came down into pieces like a glass plug in full launch. You did not move. The eye has been glued to the screen. The fingers were not taken down by the mouse. And now I'm here, alone, to repent before the mirror. The smell of soap mixed with a faint smell of urine. The water goes down slowly to the tube. The light that leaves me every thirty seconds. And then I should not gnash their teeth. Which teeth?
The return to the seat is quickly and quietly. Mesto like walking behind a coffin. The time to remember and review of your pins chew your hair. Who knows who had done him wrong. Well, what does it matter? Whatever the reason I will stay here mulling over myself. On my clumsiness. On my cowardice. I have the feeling to sink slowly in five centimeters of foam that I have under the seat, but the intercom beep me shake all over and almost fall off the chair.
Moments after entering the lock emits a nice metallic click and the door slowly swings open. An old man with a set of dentures floating in a transparent bag comes in and closes it if the shoulders. My eyes see the child struggling with a goldfish just won priced. My eyes must not be much. He looks at me puzzled and say all is good. Do not worry we are only at the dentist he says. Already
the dentist.
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