Post by account_disabled on Mar 11, 2024 5:13:06 GMT
The house. . He died on us. All the plants were dying as if they were feeding on our sadness and despair. I would put on headphones and dance like crazy and when I turned around I would find him looking at me and smiling. At least I was there. At least he was there. At least. At least. The night they declared the national curfew was our first date.
They talked about the disease in distant places that it was coming they said that it was serious they said. Neither of us imagined that while we were having sex for the first time that while we were getting to know each others bodies Japan Telegram Number Data kissing each others unknown mouths the mortality was expanding like fog silently and completely it was locking us in while I came and he came. He came and after moaning and moaning we asked each others last names. When we look at our cell phones we turn pale. I cant go home he said. Stay the night tonight I said. The night lasted seven months. A friend of his bribed the police to bring him a suitcase in which he put what he could as quickly as possible.
In his neighborhood someone had a clandestine party and dozens died. They closed it. No one could leave or enter. With a suitcase a man I had met the day before with whom I had exchanged fifteen minutes of stupid conversation before going to bed came into my life. A man and a woman trapped in the fog. One day I fell because I made a fool of myself with a Pilates ball. I broke my right arm and he had to improvise a cast and a sling he couldnt go to the clinics. The pain made me scream and again the pharmacist had to be bribed to ask for injections and pain pills. After that he took care of almost everything the food the clothes the cat.
They talked about the disease in distant places that it was coming they said that it was serious they said. Neither of us imagined that while we were having sex for the first time that while we were getting to know each others bodies Japan Telegram Number Data kissing each others unknown mouths the mortality was expanding like fog silently and completely it was locking us in while I came and he came. He came and after moaning and moaning we asked each others last names. When we look at our cell phones we turn pale. I cant go home he said. Stay the night tonight I said. The night lasted seven months. A friend of his bribed the police to bring him a suitcase in which he put what he could as quickly as possible.
In his neighborhood someone had a clandestine party and dozens died. They closed it. No one could leave or enter. With a suitcase a man I had met the day before with whom I had exchanged fifteen minutes of stupid conversation before going to bed came into my life. A man and a woman trapped in the fog. One day I fell because I made a fool of myself with a Pilates ball. I broke my right arm and he had to improvise a cast and a sling he couldnt go to the clinics. The pain made me scream and again the pharmacist had to be bribed to ask for injections and pain pills. After that he took care of almost everything the food the clothes the cat.