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had told him. An attractive guy, she thought, nothing more. Maybe interesting, yes, but nothing that had not already known. Approached him in the party, not realizing that she was the center of attention, not realizing that she was to everyone entertained with a suspicious insistence. He came and just started talking. A bit of everything. I was there for a friend of a friend, I knew no one actually came from outside, was visiting. Came the next morning. Where? She asked again and again found no more than vague responses made her think of a trip to the drift in the direction of the wind, clouds, following uncertain and contradictory signs. He did not ask anything, or very little. If he had, perhaps he would have hidden the reality that the next morning left for New York, with work, floor and travel insurance. That was all orderly, planned months in advance, perhaps years, and it filled her with immense pride that the goal it was always believed that one day reach. That in your pocket right had the plane ticket, and that's why he was there for the hand continuously to make sure that was at least real. They drank and ended up in a room of the house. It was a good lover, not great, not a novice. They talked. She felt like the minute hand, eternal abstraction, slowly tore his words, his, in his memory may send them to emptiness, nothing, dodging it like, riding on a wave, fleeing towards the sea of \u200b\u200bletters drawn in sand. Do you regret? Of course not, I thought, what was the result of nostalgia passenger who assaulted a few hours before fire, forever, a pretty face.

Then he quailed. He confessed to it. I did not know what he wanted, he fled because he had nothing, no one, or more But running away because they were, the illusion that someone would haunt him from somewhere. The word away is an understatement, said, to flee must be someone who wants to hold you. She listened attentively as unnecessary judging the spell under which he tried to subdue. And I always had an innate ability, and generally odious to the center of things and fall on it accurately. Bluntly, dreams. No lies. When day broke he still knew nothing of it, made an offer: Come with me. She looked at him, smiled, and without much thought, agreed. They left the house and drifted the hand to the bus station. He looked, and felt distant. So the question again and again if I was what I really wanted. Then she turned around, grabbed her tightly by the hand and are thought that was enough. When the box arrived were to be paid when, inadvertently, a paper street right pocket. He picked it up and asked what that was. Nothing responded, and through a steady motion, threw it away. Someone shouted to the other side of the station and she was startled by the cry, as if it were a response to your action. Originally looked for a moment. Just for a moment. Then he kissed her.
- I love the
said - and I . And she knew instantly that this was the lie that had always been looking for.