Friday, September 10, 2010

Why Is My Face Always Red And Hot After Eating

Lonely Road - Chapter 4


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In the morning my first thought was ... Laila
I walked briskly toward the door ... she was curled up on the ground ... asleep.

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Now, however, I noticed that the landscape around us was changing ... everything was covered with a soft white mantle Snow ... few evergreen shrubs bent their branches under the weight that they could not support ... no footprint was imprinted on the soft blanket lying on the ground ... sign that no one had ever been there that morning. Looking down I saw Laila
now awake looking at me ... I made her go by taking the empty cup that I had left the night before.
It was a quarter to seven, maybe Rosalie was still sleeping ...
waited until 8:30, after which I called to ask if I could take home Laila ...

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He said that there was no problem, so I thanked her and went to prepare.

soon as I opened the door to leave the cold air I am stunned ... it was as if many little needles pricking the skin to me ... Laila
I left home hoping that did not damage ... it seemed pretty quiet, but I was hoping not to be mistaken.

Just put my foot on the snow sank just above the ankles ...

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I already knew where to go ... I had stayed up all night ...
As I entered a delicious smell of hot croissants made me mouth water, even though I had already had breakfast ...
I saw a waitress at the moment free and I took advantage ...

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-Hello ... My name is Anna, sorry if I disturbed while he was working, I can steal a moment? -
Yes, tell me-
-Its main at the moment is here? -
Yes, he wants to see it? -
-Yes, thank-
-Ok, then come, the 'accompanying
-Thanks-

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He pointed to a door ... Here
-must-go beyond

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I walked up and introduced me to the main entrance ... was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a line is not just all about ...
thanked the waitress and asked me to sit ...

-So, what can I do for you? -
-I just moved to this city and I need a job ... I wonder if there was somewhere here-free-
Humm, watch, free, free no, but our dishwasher is now working here for years and was a bit 'I thought to promote it and she just happens almomento right can take its place, if he wants
-Yes, I would be happy-
-Fantastic ... look, we can give of yourself? -
-Yes, of course-

We talked a bit 'schedules, salary and Regulation ..
I had to work from Monday to Sunday, except Thursday ... salary, well, was that of a dishwasher, but living alone, with some sacrifice, I could have let me do.

Mark, so he wanted me to chiamssi Mr. Evans, had told me that I could even begin to work that day ... time was from 14 to 22.
agreed, and after thanking him infinitely I devoted myself to purchases for Laila.

Back home I saw that everything was as I had left, Laila was sitting on the couch, but when I saw a small cat leap landing softly on the ground.

The new kennel seemed to like her a lot ... was curled up on the pillow in burgundy looking for some 'quiet.
I was loyal to her from the very beginning ... usually with people I was always suspicious, but she was different ... maybe I would have betrayed.


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The memory of my parents showed up as just a vivid picture at that time ... I felt alone ... damn all the people I knew were precisely acquaintances, nothing more, I had no friends ... I never had ... perhaps a bit 'was also my fault ... all treated badly, I was always angry at had come to avoid, I was practically invisible ... I was also once punched a bunch of bullies ... I was told that the precious because I did not want anyone ... I have never really understood ... no one actually seemed to understand me, even my father ...
I was again left to take the sadness I was trying to hide from others, but to myself I could not lie ...

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I knew I was not having to give up ever having to be strong ... but this required his time ... I gained a lot in those years, I felt different from other girls my age, but I was not strong enough to let the events I slipped on without scratching ...
I'd wanted to flee out a bit 'mind, but I did not know where to go, then the cold ... But I could not sit there to bring me down, I had the strength to go on, life goes on and we must do everything possible to get up, you have to fight in the hope that sooner or later something changes ...

The temperature inside the house was higher, but it was still cold and did not seem like the case of starting the fire, no radiators, so I prepared a hot chocolate ... The
sipped while sitting at that table Laila seemed to sleep.

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The cafeteria is just a ten minutes from home, but I left an hour before the start of the round ... even if I did not know where to go, it would be better than staying at home, and then I had to learn to know a little 'city ...

When I finished I was destroyed ...

I took my usual walk a quarter of an hour to get home ... with the setting of the sun the temperature was decreased further ...
I was almost there, missing a few meters of the stairs when I saw him ... in the distance a raven-haired boy and the body dry, very fair skin, he walked towards me ...

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was something in the bearing, proud and secure in their eyes, that kept me from looking away from him ... seemed different from the rest of the people I knew ...

When I passed by his eyes froze for a split second on me ... was an intense gaze, penetrating yet impenetrable ...

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That night, before falling asleep, I saw a shooting star move across the sky ... I closed my eyes hoping that my wish will come true ...

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