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No one, of course, did not intercede for the girl.
I felt sorry for her, but to intervene at such a moment meant to inflict a deadly resentment on Pablo.
We would have to fight to the death.

Most likely, I would have killed this slug, but by that time my position in the gang had become dangerous.
I was disliked for independence.
Kill me Pablo, and not for long after that would have lived myself.
I chose not to intervene, expecting Pablo to leave Anna alone when satisfied.
But he finally brutalized and strangled so much that the poor woman’s eyes began to crawl out of orbit.
At that moment, confused Pedro entered the room.
It’s like a hot wave of rage as if he saw what Pablo is doing with Anna.
He killed the villain so quickly that we did not even blink.
Nobody suspected him of such a knack for handling a knife.
Those who once offended Pedro, cold hearts, when they realized that they were then two steps from death.
But I think that before Pedro could not fight like that, because the Latin American knife is a continuation of his spirit.
Previously, Pedro’s spirit was broken and weak, but now he became whole

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and strong.
He was healed and became a man at that moment when he understood his love and took upon himself the burden associated with her.
He covered Anna with a rug, embraced and whispered something, wiping tears from her.
So they spent the whole night, and in the morning they announced that they would marry.
They were in such a hurry that they even agreed to the Protestant rite.
However, for two loving hearts a mediator is not so important to reach heaven.
Yes, they got married, and Pedro became a different person.
A real man who does not allow to humiliate himself and who knows how to love others.
We became friends, and no one dared to touch us two.

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I would like to say that they lived long and happy, but it is not.
However, I recently concluded that happiness, like Buddhist nirvana, does not have a time dimension.
They were happy and that was enough.
As for the time, less than a year later we were attacked by army troops.
All were killed in a shootout: Pedro, Magda, and pregnant Anna.
I alone escaped by sheer chance.
I used the opportunity to slip away from the mafia and drastically changed my life.
I am writing now a thesis on the cycle “South” of Borges.
Heard about this? That is why I sit here in front of you, under this low dull sky, and tell about the sun, love and blood.
Now Velvet did not understand anything.
Now he did not know what to do.
Hedgehog in the fog, a blind musician in the darkness of the night, he did not know and did not understand whether to move his hand, move to the right or left, and if you move, for what purpose.
Yesterday everything was very clear and simple.
Everything lined up in the simplest logical chain of events and phenomena; the chain had the smallest number of branches and nodes.
In the morning the sun was shining – ominously black glasses were hoisted on the forehead – the obstinate tram easily caught up – the lectures stretched long and cloyingly, like a candy-toffee – the crowd to the disgust of the tasty-smelling canteen enveloped the hungry bee hoop of a hungry student – in a quiet lilac alley, they went to the page. in an unnatural supermen grin on a friend’s lip – with difficulty, despite the heat, a nasty watery beer was swallowed in a dirty, but extremely hospitable pub on the outskirts of the universe – several plates in colorful envelopes, tiredly leaning against the player, caused an incomprehensible despondency from the inability to make a decisive choice of music (it was all equally good) – the gray cool evening fearfully crawled onto the balcony – and finally, about the long-awaited moment at the approaches to midnight! stunning size of marine binoculars with a pleasant weight filled his palms.
Velvet was waiting for this minute.
I waited daily and hourly.
The sacred minute entangled in its drowsy viscosity took on tangible, albeit unintelligible, forms, and when falling asleep, in his thoughts he held her close and sank into the weary languor of sleep with her.
All night he dreamed of this minute, she swam over him in the syrup of the night, tickled her light down of wings.
He woke up from a joyful premonition of an inevitable and joyful meeting with her, with this minute, the arrival of which represented the same rigorous law as the alternation of day and night. Livejasmin free porn.

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