(Part 1)
In the antechamber of the heated pool tables as a few sticks, a prey to the spirits. Not that they come to blows in as little habit. One patient to learn the angles and the telescopes were measured forces, and his own violence. Sometimes a person dies. It has already seen one evening on Sunday. Nobody could know when the moment is lived pocketed.
On the wooden walls could hear the language saturate the music. The voices were playing the guitar, but it did not feel that noise. And eyes, too, in every corner. The movement of bodies in orbit around the doors had good density crowds of groupies, or a core group of college. It was in all cases outside the ideal age to have duplicated. The kind that exposes the lesser sentence.
The only interest was undoubtedly in the chalk Aligned first names at random from the black slate of predictable energy. And how many novels could be written across the green carpet strips. And how could perceive anything of the hip joints in the world. When the cracks in the ceiling and floor lines are combined with light glaucous, one angle prevails, that of thick saliva. And felt carpets mingle with spring grass.
The story goes that one evening, Thursday was a strong wind, while the high walls were even dressed in beige paint ... (More)
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