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'll call you tonight.

She said no, not tonight, and he continued to repeat a lot of times the loop in his head but he had glued her lips to his own and had continued relentlessly to do what he had to.
But his mind was elsewhere and I keep wondering why you threw away even with people who loved her.
people who did not care anything about what was his favorite book, what he thought of the evening before falling asleep or as she crossed her arms in a gesture of defiance when he was in the crowd.
was coming, he felt the breath against his neck was getting heavier.
Now he had grabbed her hair and pushed each felt a stab to the head from the neck down to the end of the back.

wanted it to end soon. He wanted to wash

away his smell off.

"Take your hands from his pockets and are made up," he told her.

"But Mom, only one, please," she whined her.
"You're a fat girl, stop eating," the mother had confirmed the ruling.
Silent tears had begun to fall on her cheeks and as he tried to swallow yet another humiliation, had decided that nobody would ever come so far to allow it to suffer.

It was covered, closed the zipper of his jeans, kissed her on the cheek and had slurred speech a "call you tonight."

soon as the door closed behind her she started in a hurry to fill the bag: a book, a sweater, a handful of memories in print.
would not stay for anything in the world.

There was falling back because his need to be loved sometimes fought so hard that pierced the armor but not this time someone had managed to tie it, would never find, no contact, no crack.
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