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"Find and bring him here. I do not want surprises, Dieffe. -Camus put a Luger on his desk and without taking your hand off, he pushed forward. The gun was in front of my eyes while still giving a turn and stopped. "I returned it, I do not know that threw the bridge or that your mother was in her twat.

- What is supposed to do, Camus? "I took a cigarette from my jacket, I choked in my mouth and put the lighter under it. Snapped twice. I snapped three. Not lit.

"That's up to you, you idiot. I want the rear JillHyde to 1600 hours, tomorrow! -Camus came to "eat" from 2 to 4. Generally phoned Elena (His wife, whom I've spent a couple of times) telling him not to leave the office, puts on a raincoat, hat, sunglasses and scarf in the middle of hell in summer, leaving the head, take a taxi and spend a few bucks in "The Jester Amazon."

"Okay. "I kept the cigar again. Had left the other cigarette in the car. "I want to make sure that after this, Camus, I'll never see your ugly mug. I stood up and pointed to Camus in the face.

- What are you doing asshole?, Keep that damn gun or all you're going to say is to never see that bitch! "Camus was not joking. I just a little.

"Easy, man, just wanted to make sure you can still hold a fart in that ass you hanging limp at your hunched back. "I put the Luger. "Next time you disappear.

I left the headquarters. All headed stank, like when I was a cop.

Christmas Greetings To My Boss

The girls have a solution II

Finally I decided, on the edge of the bridge over the railroad tracks, with the barrel in the mouth into the trachea, without really knowing why and under a clear summer night sky. Heat depressed me more. The stars were not the exception. Ironically sober, therefore, also depressed me. And my useless self-life depressed me more than anything. He was alone. And I thought Mabel, in her hair, her legs, every moment. As soon I could feel like smiling and pulled the trigger.

Something happened. Perhaps there were no bullets. I pulled out the Luger and a thick slime left by the barrel. He had thought too.

Fireplace Flue Damper

The girls Fraud

Whenever I saw Mabel, Mabel remembered me and for ironic reasons, could not stop spying. I'm a detective. At least I am, no cases pending or best thing to do, that self-destruct to see my baby with that damn ballet instructor.

So after much reflection, I found the solution in the bottle and a razor sharp Mabel gave me. And no, I thought killing myself, my eggs were not made for that. Only going to get rid of this pain. I stuck to the bottle like a leech and left half open. The alcohol hit up my brain and staggered into the bathroom, I got my pants, grabbed my balls with his left hand and the knife with the right, and I introduced them: from now on, everyone will be on your own.

Freud was right, life used to fit the turnip and vaginas little hook you like that. I closed my eyes, I thought Mabel, my teeth ... and threw the knife out the window. I heard a cry in the street. I got the pants back to the room, I hit the bottle again and not remember what else. When I awoke, my eggs were still there.