I'm about to mourn and my brother just came home, it is strange ... I did not realize when it came out but this coming, so I ask
Hey, what time you left?
"I went to do a job," answered so dry and sharp "You Kimchi Ramen
(*)?-
amicably say" No - even more coldly replied
Then, almost red mist fills the streets and neither he nor I can see well.
wondermuch. is impossible to have red mist here, at least that ... no. that's impossible, we are not tomsville, it can not happen in Lima, is ... just no!
my brother would not stop looking at me coldly as he stuffs the key into the slot in the door, so I turn my head and see the mist both only managed to look at us, can not be ... we say in unison.
then. he and I are hugging and bewildered, I think that we are following. Soon open the door and sat on the furniture, when my mother down a bit distressed and says she is? and we were stunned.
"This happening," says my brother-
following us mom quickly opened the door and observed silence, "I say. We all go and
comenzamosa remember that story I told of a cousin of mine who Estapé tomsville.
Charlie, my mom says that was identical to me, and the only thing we did not think was that she was a little more antisocial than me.
He showed me a picture of her, is like me, or vice versa ... I think it was very pretty, and it is not self-centered!
I went up the stairs next to the picture and look out the window as the red mist had disappeared.
try to relax a bit watching TV and I fell asleep ...
anadizos began to become more complex ... one was reduced in width, or the other along.
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