Camus came to the same table and sat in the chair opposite Milo. "It was a pleasure," said the same tired and died the same tone. "I'd say do it again, but the truth is that I'd be grossed out having to spend much time with you again."
words How much could scratch the love between them? How strong was her love to be able to withstand these sentences full of pain? Milo took a cigarette from the pack and looked at him a moment before placing it between his lips, "Who would say that I spent many afternoonsmoment Camus had wanted to stop, but when Milo was aware that he had made such a motion, which had advanced half a step in the direction of Camus, paused for a moment and redirected his steps back to the table.
Camus put the jacket. "Will not you say goodbye to me?" He said with a sarcastic laugh of surprise. "Besides being an idiot, do you also are very rude?"
Milo looked up from the table. He bit his lower lip to reduce the evil grin on his face exploded upon hearing the sentence full of boiling acid. "You ..." She started to say fun, and then took steps long and agile to get a few inches away from the lips of Camus. "... A nobody," saidin a whisper, thick liquid. When he placed his lips on Camus, the bit subtly, gently ... was a soft kiss that magically, despite being slow and almost sweet, managed to draw blood from the lower lip of Camus.
* * * Camus
out his tongue and licked his own blood, looking at him with narrowed eyes, smiling in turn. "But dance around my finger." He grabbed his sleeve and made him crouch with action, to moisten with hot breath of the ear lobe. "You're trapped and that bothers you." I dropped as if burned, spreading it immediately. Milo cried his eyes a thousand insults, a thousand humiliations inflicted thought if I kept
words How much could scratch the love between them? How strong was her love to be able to withstand these sentences full of pain? Milo took a cigarette from the pack and looked at him a moment before placing it between his lips, "Who would say that I spent many afternoonsmoment Camus had wanted to stop, but when Milo was aware that he had made such a motion, which had advanced half a step in the direction of Camus, paused for a moment and redirected his steps back to the table.
Camus put the jacket. "Will not you say goodbye to me?" He said with a sarcastic laugh of surprise. "Besides being an idiot, do you also are very rude?"
Milo looked up from the table. He bit his lower lip to reduce the evil grin on his face exploded upon hearing the sentence full of boiling acid. "You ..." She started to say fun, and then took steps long and agile to get a few inches away from the lips of Camus. "... A nobody," saidin a whisper, thick liquid. When he placed his lips on Camus, the bit subtly, gently ... was a soft kiss that magically, despite being slow and almost sweet, managed to draw blood from the lower lip of Camus.
* * * Camus out his tongue and licked his own blood, looking at him with narrowed eyes, smiling in turn. "But dance around my finger." He grabbed his sleeve and made him crouch with action, to moisten with hot breath of the ear lobe. "You're trapped and that bothers you." I dropped as if burned, spreading it immediately. Milo cried his eyes a thousand insults, a thousand humiliations inflicted thought if I kept
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