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Posted: Fri 14:22, 01 Apr 2011 Post subject: mbt schoenen online kopen There is a love called l |
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There is a love called love
She knew him so.
her and he sat in the corner of the bar. No friends around there. Only the gorgeous light in the head rotation. There are women in the dance floor. Greedy men watch below.
he went up, holding a glass of wine, very politely, can not sit down?
she did not see him, did not speak. Only care about the drink.
He sat down, say, a person is very lonely here.
she drank alcohol, lights a cigarette. She said a group of people who come here because of loneliness.
her out of the bar, the sky is raining. She looked under the bag, which no umbrella. In fact, many saw her, she has not rained for a long time to be an umbrella habits.
in high school, she saw a boy walking in the torrential downpour, the rain soaked his hair and body. Thick pure white shirt on his back and chest. She felt cool. Then washed in the rain, the umbrella stays lost in the head. The blue umbrella that was blown to the school of artificial lake. She stood bridge watch it sink. She was very pleased.
this way, she never intended to open an umbrella in the rain.
she likes to be the feeling of the rain is blowing in the body. Infiltration of cold in the body.
just so she can feel alive.
that night, she was surprised to be that he pulled his umbrella. She was detained as she never hesitated for a long time out of the umbrella. The umbrella to give her a feeling of deja vu. As if she was in high school only a blue umbrella.
she suddenly miss the umbrella out.
She was leaning on the shoulders of a strange man cry. She said that she had such an umbrella, now submerged in the bottom.
man said, all right. I take you home.
he did not hit the send her away, she and him go together. His shoes were black mud dirty. Hit by the rain slanting down the trousers, wet. He took her to the cell door. He put an umbrella in her hand. He said, you might get used. And then headed out into the rain.
She looked at his figure disappeared into the misty fog. Very warm. April
South with frequent rain and humid. She went downstairs and go to a nearby supermarket to buy tampons. She did not hold up an umbrella, walking in the rain, she thought of the hall stood a blue umbrella. Is his.
her into the supermarket and bought her things to buy. Her out of the supermarket door, a man shot from behind her shoulder. She looked at his stiff back. He said that we meet again. Why not an umbrella?
very normal, she said, I'm not used. That is still my umbrella. I returned to you.
He put his hand and said, no. I would also like you before, do not like an umbrella. Now I slowly adapted.
you happy?
not happy.
us to drink.
met last time they went to the bar. She sat on the bar with his drink. She drank the first glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket. She handed him one, he said, I do not smoke. She laughed contemptuously at him. The first man to the bar do not smoke very little. Like a dinosaur extinction. She smoked one, would like to apply again and again one. Her hand tapped his broad palm. He flatly said, smoking and drinking are not the same. In a dark corner of her holding him, and he kissed her mouth. She lay in his arms, like, from that day to meet, today is the seventh day.
He stroked her soft hair, and said, we recognize seven days.
seven is a very sad figure. She believed that a writer writes, if not met within seven days, it will not be met. Like her mother and a man on the train with her, the man walked in the seventh day of the night. Later her mother remarried, and the seventh year wedding anniversary and parted ways. Now her mother again in seven days and a stranger in together.
future we will be again? She asked him head down.
he says, will. I live in that I told you if you want me, you can come to me. I live with my parents.
her a very lonely person at home. She put a very old movies, listening to a very old country music, reading a novel is very old, wearing a very old dresses.
her little friends. From small to large to have no friends. In school, a man walking in the apartment dining room on the road, a man walking across the playground at the sky, a man lying on the grass watching the birds of the track, a person go to the movies, shopping wander dark one, a one bus, one bars, one smoking.
often sleep at night. Sleep up to take sleeping pills. She increased the dosage, used to be one, now two three, or more.
often inexplicable headaches. Insomnia with headaches, so she could not sleep at night. She did not look forward to at night, headache, insomnia and so will be better.
outside the thin, cold under the rain. She thought of something, with an umbrella out of the door.
go on the road, no umbrella. The wind in her hair. She walked very slowly on the road, rain erosion of her body. Cars zooming by, heading for the urban dissipation. Her path to deep shade.
she knocked on the door, he saw she was not surprised. He said that sooner or later you will come to me.
little confused his home, in a country not far from the city. He pointed to a room and said, my parents live there. They do not work. My dad is a smoker, my mother is a gambler, I do not.
he took out the old bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, took two cups, and said, Buzuibugui.
time flies, before she left an umbrella in his hand, like when he was an umbrella stuffed in her hands as the force, she said, I have come to also umbrella. Now I gotta go.
He took her hand, some bright eyes. He set her in my arms, she said, we live together, accompanied by loneliness.
he and she lives together. He lived in her house,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she also occasionally stay at his home.
He is a worker,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], morning to evening. There are occasional overtime. Take four thousand a month. This is nothing in Suzhou. No car, no house, no tickets. Three no. He had a very frugal, he put half the money to his parents. In addition to going to bars to drink, no other hobbies. Only one month to four times. Seven days time.
she made some changes for him. She does not smoke in front of him. She began to learn to cook, eat before a human being, two people are doing to eat. Dinner at night, she will prepare wine, this is the same as their only way of life. She went out with him, not an umbrella, but he would choose under the umbrella of hiding. He will arm around her shoulders, let her suffer the rain, which made her very warm. He was often cold cold. Sometimes a high fever.
eat when he asked her why I'm still stubbornly do not love umbrella?
very numb, she said, because of you. If you go, I will.
not love in high school I used an umbrella, because I have no friends, so I often rely on the rain to get someone's attention. One time I walked in the rain, saw the blue umbrella rolled in the lake. A girl looked at it sink. I suddenly felt very lost. I bought an umbrella, blue, and I often think of that girl. I think I should hide under the umbrella, so that is an umbrella to protect me, I will not be lonely.
you say that person is me.
he was somewhat surprised,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], really?
She nodded firmly and said, Yes.
He took off a piece of clothing, revealing a white shirt. He turned off the light, the dark, he kissed her face, and explore her body. Her body exudes the smell of grass. He took her in bed, throwing her underwear pants under the bed. Physical contact,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let them warm. After coming more lonely passion.
He said it was still early, you do not get out?
she said, laughing good.
under the thin and cold outside, rain, rain hit the umbrella patter. She hid under his umbrella. The mud floor of their shoes dirty. Trousers were also wet splash of water. Some of the rain streaming down her hair down, flowing into her eyes. Like in tears.
way point of her walking a cigarette in his mouth spitting thick smoke. She also points out one, by his pluck the lost in the rain. Without any expression on his face, he said, pumping two in front of me not to smoke a cigarette is the bottom line.
her face was numb, and said, why should care about my life?
because you and I live under one roof, I do not want to see your bad habits to be ruined.
she wanted the next, nothing. Indeed, her skin is very rough, frequent insomnia, poor appetite.
then I listen to you.
he unwittingly walked with her view of Front Street. The street is very busy. Extra flow of rain less reason. But still feasting. The young lady dressed in a beautiful boutique style, standing inside, and looked at the rain and from the hollow man. Occasionally emitting a few couples in the street center, wanton kissing.
her body all wet. He took off his coat draped over her body.
his umbrella in her hand, saying, one person, two people with the umbrella is not enough.
he let her go in front of her, so that he can not let her look at her now lost.
her poor sense of direction. Po number of turns do not know truck.
home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he held her to sleep. Like a couple married for many years.
He was confident that they can forever to come to the end of time.
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