Basta.
That evening he'd had enough.
knew that you were reading in real time what was happening to him and he knew that you were sharing with him his own questions. And that bothered him.
So in order to make you get less information as possible on the place where he was almost out of spite towards you, took one last quick glance at the empty open space of about fifty square meters, you will appreciate the two large windows, one overlooking the street and the other on the back and trying not to dwell too much on the characteristics of this stone wall, opened the door which gave access to the master bedroom and the bathroom small. The
His bedroom boasted a window to the street, and the bathroom could hardly meet the needs of a woman.
Driven by a sudden rush, shut the doors, turned off the lights and left the apartment. In
voluntarily stepped down the stairs a piece of plaster that despite the fall, was still dying on the ground.
not met a living soul in the building.
"So much the better," he thought, "I saved a couple of smiles hypocrites."
His car had remained faithful huddled just where he had left.
We went in, patted the steering wheel, took a deep breath, gave the last look at the fourth floor of the building, turned the keys in the ignition and drove off quickly.
He stopped after about twenty minutes in front of a motel.
empty stomach face the regret of not having a kitchen of its own, but the tired mind reminded him that the room No 219, booked in his name, there was an empty bed, but warm, waiting for him.
atypically, the mind governs the stomach and he went to the room without dinner. Like when a child, was punished by his parents.
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