Left to meet with a couple of clients over the humanities faculty at the restaurant Los Arcos. That was near my home but never went there. I had been quoted at 11. The waited until 11:50 am ... of course, still had some dignity, but if I waited until 12, was in danger of losing. Had little to do. I decided to kill time. I went to liberal arts, a guy selling used books. There was one full of photos, editorial FCE, the cover said Doroteo Arango. I bought it. The writing was terrible, looked like an old western story, a story vernacular style cowboy books, but it was entertaining. Ojeé while leaving the humanities and barely got out, closed the book, I looked back to Los Arcos and remembered, even looks like it smelled a little of that grilled cheese. Opulent and expensive specialty. He hoped that those bastards invited for breakfast, so I just tasted a bit in my mind that cheese and ate a cake of Milan for around $ 13.00
way home, in front of a house efforts that promoted who knows what the hell, there was a girl under such nationally recognized as edecarnes dominguera spree. I smiled and thought as she walked towards her "yeah, right ...." I looked down, tipped his hat. I have never believed that the fate and that girl had enough meat in the right places to feed a hungry child like me. His arm got in my way, extending a paper with some kind of information. I stopped, turned around to see it. Said or insinuated that I was shy, I disowned his words, his legs started shaking, cleared my mind for a second and I said no thank you heart, I expect at home. I resumed my way home and I could hear behind me a hint or directly: i-took-ta. I disowned his words, no one waiting at home, only cat and a couple of cigarettes.
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