was an apartment on the top floor of a dilapidated building in the city center built around the 50s. Four floors, including the first floor, four air outlets for post, a common entrance and a staircase made forty-six steps. A few feet separated the green of the old gray building with gray dirt asphalt road. Four huge rectangular windows, timber frame stained in white, flanked by many smaller windows, were to guess the subdivision plans and rooms.
Her car, parked too attached to the curb, he would have waited there all night, like an anxious mother, deprived of the pleasure of sleep, waiting for his son returning home after an evening with friends.
His engine gave off more heat when the outline of his master was absorbed by the dark entrance of the building.
The Sun, probably impoltrito from his usual routine, trying to slow down its sunset, but the shadow, notoriously disinterested in the will of its opponent, advancing inexorably.
Obviously, the twilight of the electrical system of the building had had enough of this constant loss of natural light and decided to give power to the incandescent light bulb placed above the front door, now, was illuminated. Once again, the relay, in its small way, he felt like a god.
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