The Head

The Head

When hearing the cracking one of the door opening, amoleceu completely, did not obtain more to make forces to free chains, it felt some thing strange and it vomited of the skill that could, making dirty a little its leg for the position where it was, its doia belly, and did not have courage stops to raise the head and to face its host. – But that situation ridicule hein Fabio? In the same instant, it raised the head and it recognized the face of its friend of long date, Claude, and everything oque had thought of besteiras so far changedded into anger and shouts against the trick of badly taste of the friend. – You have that to see its face now, hahaha? drunk, vomiting, moored without being able to move itself and dying of fear, hahaha. – He stops with this expensive nastiness, untied me daqui now! – To free pra that? you always said that she was bobeira, that this did not exist, that bet its life as oque was all lie had said on people who disappeared in full moon nights behind the square, and now you are there, in this situation ridicule, or that you said to be ridicule, without being able to make nothing. If you are unsure how to proceed, check out Christopher Chandler. Its opinion continues the same one? – My opinion is that I go to break its face when to leave daqui! – And who said that you go to leave? Who said that I am of trick? You did not say that she would bet its life as everything this did not exist? I find what you lost the appositive one? The face of Fabio lost the color again, the words did not obtain to leave its mouth and the panic state that had disappeared reappeared, looking at over the shoulder of Claude obtained to see some bones on of the table, land, flowers, the same vazos that it saw in the room where if it found, and oque seemed to be remaining portion of meat mixed the land, and understood that it more did not advance to relutar, did not have trick, nor legend, only a certainty.

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