Southpark Cisco Phone

In the previous chapter: one can be happy with little.
You can be happy with less.
It is important to understand what is happy.
And this here, probably, in my opinion, just be with her.
Also because, in my opinion, there is just no understanding.
But I think you go around the whole of Milan as deficient?
And then, again in my opinion, someone brings bad luck here.
all die ... die too!
At least now, I'm close to something ... anything ... but what?

But something, we were not close to a cock. That weighed on me that I felt in my fingers, I could not touch anything. Everything was left hanging at the level of words. O two-bit of trivia, like the yellow of the blockbuster TV dramas. For a while ' you could also play on, turn to the discovery of America knows that, look for new ways, to learn some other well-known, can decide to take that car and then feel a bit 'rich and a bit' in disguise every time.
Only after a while, 'that he speaks, he speaks a little' less, less and less, until the stupid thing and then do not talk about it anymore. Like a dream come ambition, and a project and then it becomes a memory.
Outside it was raining, and raining a lot. It was Sunday morning, and winter was not that I knew where there were sweaters. I felt like the drops beat on the glass of dry pine needles.
Leaning on his elbows and on the counter, I thought it would be difficult for the home team, playing the game at San Siro, with the sod that you lift the heavy grass, puddles in front of the doors and everything else. Not to mention the toes of the spectators in the stands that would have atrophied. But, as I was concerned, little changed. I was dry and the football shortly after them. Or, I was simply a victim of laziness that attacks any person when it's cold outside. But it should be '. It was only the beginning of the fatigue that comes always after the start.
In fact, after discussion with Emily in my house, we had turned into a sort of Starsky and Hutch Italian. 70's car, laps huge for the city following the tracks that were based more on intuition than on suspects. And throw in the evening on the sofa together like two notes of a chord, was enough to recharge the batteries for the next day. But then it was not enough anymore, and instead of charging one hundred percent, it reached eighty. Then in the seventies, the sixties, the forty-five. And so on, to zero.
I noticed when I filled the third in three days. The Fiat Cinquecento, a machine that consumed almost like a Vespino. The thing was no longer tenable. Yes, it was nice to have that talk for hours and wrecked in the streets, but we had done nothing, and frankly, rather than fatigue, boredom salirmi felt in the legs.
I felt the same sensation from small. At some point in the summer, maybe a few days before August, I wanted to leave his grandparents in California and return home in Milan. Although I knew also that I would soon be tired and I would not miss the fries in the shape of baby's grandmother, someone without an arm or a leg. But I wanted to go home and nothing else. To hear once again the smell of closed two months in the drawers and find the hidden cars in fear of something.
Especially since the sixteenth century was far from the border out of the game. A few days before, it was the old white Fiat to give me one of the biggest disappointments. No fault, certain mechanical last forty years, let alone, but she parked in the box, face forward and the steering turned 90 degrees, well, 'was not the same thing. Was perhaps to be nostalgia, but it was a matter of line, style, and had the Alpha Five hundred no, that's all. Or maybe it was just a matter of bitterness, as the Alfetta had me taken away cowardly thieves in the night, without even turning it on. Even so, to run the engine, one would have noticed.
Some sounds are like the cries of their children.
They did a work up. Lock de garage intact, had even closed the door. For the Police, during the complaint, it seemed strange. According to them I was a drunkard, drug addict who had parked somewhere where and if it was forgotten. Furthermore, it appears also to be an unemployed person whatsoever, and luck. If they knew where I worked, I might as well put a jail.
Or maybe he knew and that play of overtones and "we know that you do not know" them merry. Instead I was crying, her cheeks hot air almost liquid in his throat.
Since morning I awoke with a lump in my stomach that I could not connect to anything. Perhaps the thousands of cigarettes smoked per day. But his hands trembled and because I found it in any rational explanation.
And when I got to open the box, only to see that the shadow of the exhaust pipe on the wall indicated the presence of Alfa, I dropped to his knees. I began to sob, without fear of my face in front of the neighbors. More than
robbed, I felt betrayed, dall'Alfetta who had decided to go with someone else. And even if the Corps recognized the sincerity of my tears, it was no use to continue to perform.
fact is that I signed the complaint. So at that point, the desire to do anything out of the ordinary, I was long past.
Emily does not. The ideas were as numerous as the raindrops on my head and now I pounded on the asphalt. He seemed not to care about my state of mind. Besides, I had indulged in every way, even without claiming one of his few explanation for its persistence. I thought you just want something different in a daily life that did not give me anything. And I had not bothered to explain.
But now that money is essentially beginning to end, did not seem like more time to waste time.
This, too, Emily knew. He had noticed on my way to shift gears on the laziness of shotguns, by the way not to accompany her in libraries. Everything was starting to bother me, even his way of wanting to distract. But not realizing that did not help at all, on his own, went on. But where?
from the death of Turri, had begun to study the pigeons. He had read that really were among the animals most advanced of its kind, supporting the thesis of the article and the journalist. We were back in Sormani and had read the article ten, hundred, thousand times. He thought that we had missed something, a detail, which was the turning point of the story.
Instead, nothing. We had one month after the same information that I had the first time. And so
speed, load, we had made a thousand. In the municipal offices, to understand the move, but Mr. Anselmo is always been a resident there. Nothing. Land registry, to understand the internal changes in the apartment, any restructuring or the like. Nothing. Even the phone company to find a minimum opening. Nothing. We had returned to the apartment of Mr. Anselmo. We had been rebuilt, thanks to the photos that Emily had done perfectly. In every detail. And the more we delved into every hidden corner. I was wondering if we were really looking for something or if I worked part time for a cleaning company. Nothing.
But things if they have to go to a certain extent, continue to go that way. We had traveled for days and days without a draw from a spider hole, indeed. At the register, including cards and paperwork, at home, including pots and chairs, wherever in short, we had found too many spiders. But only those, anything useful. It was the drop and the substrate.
And so, instead of that activity vulgar, I was dedicated to smoking full time.
car does not smoke, but just outside, the buttocks resting on the plate, lighter and cigarette. It was Emily, came, he read, he did. And I spipazzare out. Placid and resigned as a crocodile.
And every time he went out from anywhere, silently, steps in four quarters, entered the car, waiting for me to finish, if I was running out, and said: "No," shaking his head.
After a while, 'even the most went to take. She came to me, shaking me. A coffee together and then we went out. And one more day until the evening, smoking cigarettes and being told: "Nothing," as he shook his head.
It should be '. And then in the dark in my kitchen that smelled of closed and breakfasts, from what I was there they would make the summary. Also in the same way, with only those four items to the poor that we had. And even if
four clues are a test, there are four elements.
A thunder rang through the windows. The telephone rang as a drill, but I did not move an inch.

What Is A Sleeper Piercing

Sixteen Fifteen Fourteen

In the previous chapter: things slide so.
One takes a step at a time. Then it seems that is good for nothing. Get
them. They go, do, undo.
It also seems that no use.
But then maybe you need something. A
always need something.
This everybody knows.
But what, unfortunately, nobody knows.

Light TV lit up the room intermittently. If he had not had the audio, it would be a worthy alternative to a lamp shade.
Emily had not wanted to know to go away, and had followed me down the stairs of the garage, at home, to the kitchen. I did not understand fully his behavior, but his steps in the four quarters, in fact, I did not mind at all.
I removed the volume of the television, and sat at the table. You are in front of me.
I did not know if my face was overshadowed by his head, but the fact remained that I, in my eyes, I could not see it. The light screen behind him showed the perimeter Hair, like modern aura. Or the old advertising AIDS.
While I was thinking about these things, you, as if my house was already there, he took the glasses from the doors over the sink and the bottle of wine from the closet. Swaying hips almost like a dancer.
was a wine of the Valtellina, the good ones that always come from Nebbiolo grapes. I could not feel bound by the finding that he was one of my favorites.
"But how did you know?" I asked.
"All in all the houses have over the sink and glasses of wine, hold it in the closet and doors at the bottom of the kitchen. Unless it is in view, I agree. As the cutlery. I've always in the top drawer. Easy, right? "
Indeed he was right. There are details that fall within the genetic code of humans.
For the French uvular R, for the Germans, the hardness and rigidity to the Swedish beauty, for the Chinese rice. You can not escape.
fact is that, sitting opposite each other, we harness the thoughts as if they were mud. I could not stop either one, as if not really thought about it, and probably was the same for Emily. In the apartment next to mine, he felt his life slip off indifferent to my needs. The sounds of dishes and television announcing the dinner along with soft voices on the day's events, I never understood. When my parents were told in a more or less excited what had happened to them, as a child you fool me angry. I did not understand that could mean sharing a normal day, just for them, in sharing, had already a long time now.
Yet that night in front of Emily, I felt the need.
And I was ready to touch a hand, I reached out slowly to distracted and felt the blood began to flow rapidly into the veins. The musculature of the phalanges seemed to swell and inhibit the movements, as when the arms become the wood after making an effort on the port. I could almost feel the contact, I could imagine touching it, when he began to speak. And everything was broken. Tense muscles relaxed and inhaled.
"us," said disgruntled.
She did not return the bill. He complained of my grabble. What claimed. Mica was a private investigator. And who said that proceeded the wrong way, since there is a right or wrong way to proceed if, to proceed, you have a point to proceed.
"Because if this is not, tell me what is the point, dear?" I was angry and I was sour. First, because I could not stand criticism. Secondly, because I had other intentions. Finally, because if one gets into trouble, is fending for himself. And then I wanted to do, here.
But despite my bad mood, he continued.
"Even if he's dead?"
"Even if he is dead. He could think of before. "
" Yes. Think first to die "
" No. Just thought of that before. Before you get into trouble. Death, the end is always just around the corner. To this one must always follow the maxim of Confucius: "I said triumphantly quoting Mr. Anselmo," without your cocks. "
I had stretched and it was clear. But instead of feeling a little Caesar, I felt a little stupid.
Maybe because I had hurt.
But no matter, there are situations in which everything is permitted. Especially when the exchange is one to one: either me or her. And in that If, however, I was better.
But there remained a fund's true, the affirmation of Emily. And perhaps to recover, perhaps because I was convinced I, I told him.
"In fact, things do not add up. The letter to the Turri who had written to me. And Turri had died a decade earlier. And Mr. Anselmo could not know, then if the grave was a Mr. Nobody who was waiting for me. Bo. "Concluded. I drank a glass of wine in one gulp, like the elderly after a bad hand of cards come in bowls circles. Emily
instead sipped. And licking his upper lip began.
"Listen. Let us see it that way. You told me the smell of coffee. And even with the Gossip, the thing does not fall. So what can be a point. Point which falls outside the home. Or there lived in that house, or you, you lied.
In the letter I sent, he said that he would leave for a period of time large enough. So, for example, because the rent is due in six months and not now? "
How strange to note that when the discussions are the hottest and the distances become greater, even the language changes. and becomes more polished.
"Yes, maybe it's an idea. But maybe there are contractual difficulties, what do you know. Or perhaps your idea of \u200b\u200ba long time can also be a month. Or maybe he did not want losing your home. What do you know. Of course he had not calculated to die! "
" It may be, all right. But how do you explain the Turri. He wanted me to become aware of his death, the type more than anything else, no? "And while I stuck a smile on your teeth, Emily stiffened up to gelarmi eyes. I lowered my head and if I could, I would have also lowered his ears over his eyes. Instead I pretended that I had not nothing, searching for cigarettes in his pocket. Excellent find, to recover my position. Emily
Often I felt that way. A role player off the mercy of the reporters. And those of you who were the eyes of the coach and at the same time you complain that you get them going. A scar then, for perhaps the entire league, between the ear and the angle of the mouth, with how many stitches you will never be completely healed. Yawned.
"Probably, they wanted to get there, you idiot. Did not you think? "I scolded.
tobacco and the paper began to burn sizzle.
"Probably. I did not know that your nose, though. So now we have to wait for someone or something to tell us what to do, simply. "
" No. Let us know your smell of coffee. "
" But where do we start, head? "A little 'I was beginning to enjoy. Even if the reins were back in my hands. Mr. Anselmo knew me, not you. He had left everything to me, not her. He had sent the letter to me, not her. I made him this.
"Of course. Then arranged. I'm going home. Do it yourself, "he said while the legs of the chair began to crawl on the tiled floor.
"No, no, wait. Ok, we do together "and she sat down, breathing like a patient mother.
"One more thing, Emily. Why he told me to take care of you, if you've never met? "I asked the question came out as a sob.
"Listen. I do not know. But also you said that you feel comfortable, if a little 'thin. Obviously you watched and if you watched, I saw me too. Do not you think? "
I had wrought. In fact, I had really screwed. And in his face you could see clearly that the contract was waiting for a reply confirming my defeat. With a nod
granted his wish. But I thought I was in there man, looking for some way to tie the game. And then I was playing at home. It did not matter at all that away goals were worth double. In this competition, at least, it did not matter.
"Okay, come on. Want a cigarette? "I said. If I had not had the last line, the closing of the speech, I would have gone down too. I had freshly prepared plain of contention.
But I was aware, was beginning to like this game. Or maybe I liked being with her.
"And then tomorrow we go to the sixteenth century. We must begin to think like Mr. Anselmo. I've seen it in movies, "said proud of my conclusion, extinguishing the butt in the ashtray. I could not at all. A wisp of smoke still rose. I got up and I put in a bit 'of water. I had always been afraid of fires.
Emily shook her head as if to say no, but did not say. I really want to go around with that white box.
She was clear, he knew my thoughts.
"Take off that smile from his lips. You look like a fool. " He smiled, as only certain times you smile. I reached my finger to touch the lower lip, as if by doing so I could steal a bit 'naive of that beauty. The chandelier reflected in the shadow of my arm on the table, the heat of the breath that came out of my nose touched the back of his hand. I do not mind or were in the ox or donkey, but the vague smell of Marseille, which rose in the kitchen, I shook the pit of my stomach.
In the head and in front of me rushing the pictures of the last days. Enigma which we did not know that fake answer, that investigation that we were boarded by the poor more with curiosity than with detective instincts and hands of Emily and fluttered in his slow way of speaking. The jaw moves and
contracted in the desire to kiss her. Something was changing between us and around us.
Perhaps, indeed, were close to something.