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Woman's life at home and not so bad. Such as late spring afternoon sun is very easy to intoxication, that time, home woman lying on bamboo chair can comfortably enjoy the beauty of the world's reward to her. So at the moment, I can face a beautiful balcony, his eyes look like those ink deep and shallow ground rattan embellishment, such as cloud and fog in the warm spring; elegant bluegrass exposure to the temptation to color, which also infected. I always guess who is the owner of the balcony, and that is what kind of people do. I always indulge in that group until the mixing of ink slowly fell asleep, only to wait for the cool breeze woke me up at night. Then I hit the bar car to Lome to work.
I am kind of a windy night, a deep sense of fear. Tonight the wind a bit big. I stand by the roadside and in uneasy stalemate, decided to give the Lomé call. Just press the first number, a silver Ferrari close by. Door open. People turned to the driver's seat. I stopped by the hand of the phone keys.
a home dressed man, but it is kind of attractive. Wearing those sunglasses because I can not conclude that he is not ask to me. Man slowly Zhaixiamojing, dim lights shine out of his intricate eye,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], such as a spring-like-hearted and if like the solitude of endless winter. His gentle voice said:
that moment time seemed to go a bit against, thinking there is fog spread. I subconsciously bent index finger touch the touch the nose: all together for you. Neighbor? The balcony of the master of you. The scene is really surprised. This will not be a premeditated it? But I do not want to reject this man as I could not bear to refuse to Lome only modulated blue. Thank you, I opened the rear door.
memory of the bar style is my favorite. Whether the bar ceiling, walls, floors, or tables and chairs, bar,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or even above the cup is decorated with dark red rose pattern. No fragrance, rose more than people moving live. I appreciate the memory of the owner of the business, he has probably been just a taste of the people but also value the taste of the guests, so a lot of bar regulars. Panya in front of me at the moment this is where the stone should be a frequent visitor to it, he gave me a different feeling in the crowd.
Lomé is the bartender. A beautiful young woman chose this profession, people always thought of her a little more, but I am not. She is my only friend in this city. When she said she was obsessed with my words as I obsessed with her blue when I know that our hearts are close, and our lives need each other to fill a gap. Because the professional relationship, every time I go to have a memory of the appointment and Lomé, and I fixed seat is opposite the Lomé. Lome will politely sit opposite her on the guest seating guests said I'm sorry that you do want to sit here, thank you. Lome is a wise woman, so far it seems there is not a guest does not obediently to heel.
gives the impression that not all memory downturn,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it seems there is a purpose of trying to make people forget, so it became my love of space in the city. Although it is called the memory of all.
my sights toward the front. Panya Stone did not say nothing, just concentrate on driving. The entire journey, my ears the first TV drama has been repeated favorite music.
to. Panya stone as I opened the door. Can he asked me a drink with, I hesitated but did not refuse. I think a few years ago, the man the same way about me to the bar, then we fell in love with each other. And this will be a kind of beginning.
Panya stone is indeed a frequent visitor to see hundreds of times before he sat down to take me to the front of the stage, I can not help but laugh: I chuckle: She must have recognized that Panya stone. Sure enough, the Lomé on Panya stone charm to smile: I have smiles on their faces: I look back at him defiantly.
Lom Nature is within sight of these. She did not say anything, and turned to prepare for the cup to my surprise blue.
I casually sip wine: who, what purpose, please say so. Panya stone appears to have been unreasonable, then the most vulnerable tenderness of my nerves. If we do not go I know I would certainly true colors, so no time for courtesy, lied to hurry up and walked quickly out of the bar headache.
out of the wind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], really big. Two years ago, like back in the night, I rose from the air to the piece of paper thrown into the wind filled in, which was then a madman chasing it ran a few blocks generally. After that, the night wind can easily make me hysterical.
I bolted all the way with the wind. Po suddenly out of a car in front. With the sound of harsh braking, and I lost consciousness.
wake up, but it is lying in a strange room. Recalling the surprise and the same room, always full of dark red rose pattern, in particular, familiar atmosphere in the room was terrible. I looked to one side, saw the bedside cabinet arrayed a framed photo of people turned out to be a long time ago for me. All that I'm suffocating. Bright and clean out the window, a man stood with his back to me. Is Panya stone. At a time when there is a strong anger filled my heart, I was ready to leave in silence, he could be chosen to be realized.
He rushed fiercely grabbed my arm and voice was trembling:
This makes me a hopeless man. I hate him. Him as a god of darkness, control my life and death.
the air as if the room is the most quiet. Long time.

I said coldly:
wood stone silent child was determined to Asia like the opening: Why. Why is Lomé. Asia Stone Wood
not aware of my strange, to continue said quietly: can leave this world quietly. I came to this city, met Lomé, she told me, because there should be meaningful love. So I opened here under the memory of all. I said to myself, if I see you again, to be brave for you to live. Asia Stone dying wood. If that is the reason, then the vows in the whole life how to explain? I suddenly awake, a low, said:
hearts already disabled by this sudden dark knife wounds,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I am unable to words, and just walked out.
I spent whole days locked in his room. Opposite to that room, bright lights in night after night. Asia Stone punish their own wood, but also succeeded in punishing me.
Lomé finally come.
see my decadent, Lomé, saying softly: know how many, but I have realized that the Lomé key does not seem to know answers.
had been to his house, which is opposite to your home several times and found that the so-called non-existent wife. I did not understand what made him so determined reason, until the day there with you. then I realized You're the love that kept me behind those. feelings. I am jealous, but still will you help him out as the reason for the most dangerous edge. but what relationship, I still love him, at least, love to the last man alone will not be him. but he thought I open mind the moment I can foresee, even if I do not reveal your whereabouts to him that he will certainly meet you, after all, like you, I was his only friend in this city. Lome every word is so unwilling to each one and lonely, I feel bad. The truth is always the man does not understand me. Snow and ice so that the wise woman Lome, knowing the outcome of this encounter can only remember the beginning chosen so sensible do not love, that she preferred to participate as an observer with wood sub-stone of love and death Then once again the identity of a witness to the narrative to recall, and I think this may also not fall in love with stone wood sub-Lomé reasons, but in fact, all the love I have too indifferent temperature.
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