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Monday, March 9, 2009
Difference Blister Herpes
A cowboy treasures (reloaded)
In the waiting room just six people waiting to open the door to the query number five. Sounds the handle and all look vain. The white coat appears, a small nod, and the next, who knows that he is, enters the room, slamming the door behind him.
A woman has a denim miniskirt, fishnet stockings, boots with synthetic hair at the top. Not old for a miniskirt, but who knows. His face says he's tired and it conceals. His body remains prundente, folded in on itself.
Beside him a man. Pants and shirt open to the third button, gold chain and cross boots, the store of it, perhaps for a pay offer has two and one-thirty.
grid. They
together, they note, while scrupulously respecting each other's living space. You can tell by the complicity prudent silence. Suddenly a child enters the scene, climb the stairs and comes running to where the man, slowing down right at the end and changing the expression when he sees that the woman accompanying him. Say hello to the man with a kiss, while her. Then the woman presents with a kiss she stretched to a bold little effusion on her cheek, but note that cuts in the small body resistance. This, once free, he hastens to sit far, compared with men, silently and without looking at her.
- You're red, you have been running?
- Yes
- Yes? What do you play?
- The football
- Good
- Yes
The conversation is between them. Meanwhile, the silent woman with a complacent smile. The child says to his father while looking at her askance. She, uncomfortable, looks away, is placed the middle, looking at me, smiles at me, look at the closed door and back to me, and when he returns to the scene there is the look, stuck on it.
- Do you work tomorrow?
- Yes
- What do you do?
The boy opens the blue backpack, pulls out a bound book of steamships and gives it to his father.
- Is this all you have to read?
- No, just a little
- How far? - Says the father, with open book in his hands, without moving. The child question - Come, sit here and say "The boy gets up, still holding the handle of the bag open, and looks at the woman at a time that moves very slowly and without giving back, and sits next man, the other side.
She looks at me again and gives me a sad smile, apologetically. I do it back. Sounds
finally she watches the doorknob and the door with a small jump, expectant, like a dog expected to be the owner who gets into the elevator. The white coat makes them tick and she gets up and goes to the fluorescent light, limping, dragging one leg of a grid, without looking at the man or the child, or me, and closes the door behind him as if would not reopen.
The boy smiles and lets out a sigh. A blow on the smoking barrel of his revolver.
A woman has a denim miniskirt, fishnet stockings, boots with synthetic hair at the top. Not old for a miniskirt, but who knows. His face says he's tired and it conceals. His body remains prundente, folded in on itself.
Beside him a man. Pants and shirt open to the third button, gold chain and cross boots, the store of it, perhaps for a pay offer has two and one-thirty.
grid. They
together, they note, while scrupulously respecting each other's living space. You can tell by the complicity prudent silence. Suddenly a child enters the scene, climb the stairs and comes running to where the man, slowing down right at the end and changing the expression when he sees that the woman accompanying him. Say hello to the man with a kiss, while her. Then the woman presents with a kiss she stretched to a bold little effusion on her cheek, but note that cuts in the small body resistance. This, once free, he hastens to sit far, compared with men, silently and without looking at her.
- You're red, you have been running?
- Yes
- Yes? What do you play?
- The football
- Good
- Yes
The conversation is between them. Meanwhile, the silent woman with a complacent smile. The child says to his father while looking at her askance. She, uncomfortable, looks away, is placed the middle, looking at me, smiles at me, look at the closed door and back to me, and when he returns to the scene there is the look, stuck on it.
- Do you work tomorrow?
- Yes
- What do you do?
The boy opens the blue backpack, pulls out a bound book of steamships and gives it to his father.
- Is this all you have to read?
- No, just a little
- How far? - Says the father, with open book in his hands, without moving. The child question - Come, sit here and say "The boy gets up, still holding the handle of the bag open, and looks at the woman at a time that moves very slowly and without giving back, and sits next man, the other side.
She looks at me again and gives me a sad smile, apologetically. I do it back. Sounds
finally she watches the doorknob and the door with a small jump, expectant, like a dog expected to be the owner who gets into the elevator. The white coat makes them tick and she gets up and goes to the fluorescent light, limping, dragging one leg of a grid, without looking at the man or the child, or me, and closes the door behind him as if would not reopen.
The boy smiles and lets out a sigh. A blow on the smoking barrel of his revolver.
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