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In dream or almost

The light of June declines slowly through the skylight in your attic. It smells like children's toys and stuffed animals, mattresses sagging mattress lying on shaky. A patchwork of old, an old Monopoly whose notes are crumpled, for those who have not deserted the box to allow you to play arcade with your sister, a few years ago.
This is also where you installed your stereo, old and massive, as Soviet, a little disorderly, big buttons, knobs, chrome, polished and molded by the fingers that have often operated. You do not have much
Discs, Chris, not much, but it is not necessary to have many, as it is not necessary to have read everything. It is well
. Really good. At the window. You've picked a favorite black and you dragged make a ponytail, pulling your hair brown. You're behind me and you put your chin on my shoulder. Soon you just put your arms around me.

- Can I ask you a question? do you gazing into the void, as if the issue did not matter.
- Sure.
- Do you tape?

And you cowards and leave me a great laugh before my face red and forbidden to me mounted to the front. It is true that I am a virgin. And you should not mock. For thee to believe, too.
You take a cigarette that you light carelessly, crouching in front of the - tiny - disk array and I know what you're going to. Because often when you put it right and it's sunny: Ricky Lee Jones. (And I know it because you're not going to put the Brahms)
The snare hits, the guitars intertwine and baby voice resounded through the room: How come he
do not come and plp with me
Down at the meter no more?

And it's as if we were at the zinc bar, large and happy as adults, that childhood and all that, it will be all over, we know really what it is that love and we finally have a free hand for us to the formidable are.

Message Christening Card

I want you all to myself, my beautiful dreamland. I do not see
rain. I fuck to be taxable. I will pay, on the nail, and never complain, my car insurance. I find that the price of consumption has actually increased in recent years, but only in company, for local color, as the counter are always moaning local color, whatever the color and what that is local. I will make you, my cherub, real children here, and you can not stop you from saying that your father is French, which will, of course, her little effect. I do not live only for the sun, he is there or not, these breakfasts, this admirable language, minor facial these girls so special, I'll even remember mine, with the big boys my age and a lot of emotion, fucks Saturday night, when I teased, as for me, the sausage nightclubs, which is the same, but less so. Each day would be exotic and yet I feel at home. One day I'll live in England.