Suddenly a thunderstorm. We are running at breakneck speed under a shelter. I, you and your suitcase full of money and things stolen. The rain has made you beautiful, you nipples are swelling. Do not tell you and watch you smile. I do that there is a bar across the road, "Come." I warn you of the nipples and fuck it.
We go into this bar pretty boring. The older they turn around and look at you. We sit down, I'm tired. You do not. Put a piece into the jukebox, order a drink. And I'll entertain a man. Do not you see nipples, obviously I can not compete. Back to the table by bringing the drink and this new character. The do "This is my friend" is the time-strangle-you "when I'm shooting with Italy," etc., etc., and the purpose you fucking eyes.
The storms are over, it is a fact. We start over again and your friend gives us a roof to sleep. It 's late. Say yes. I say, oh well.
car and you talk to him, I cradle the jealousy and I think when I made you hear a song and you said it sucked, but you're coming to the concert anyway. There's really nothing to do in the evening. Now
not believe this, but we are in the house of a policeman, a detective. No, is not jealousy. Do not you agree. At the end of sleep. Eventually I wake and I find your ticket "You were right as usual: it is a cop. I ran away with him, we'll go to some exotic place: I had to do to avoid jail. I left a bit 'of money. You were right, I hope this makes you at least a little 'happy. " My friend was right: it's a bitch. And left me 20 euro.
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