The Ground

The Ground

He entered the room, and low to the ground to walk toward her bed. Approached me slowly, and I give him a few jerks to their blankets, but he does not care. So I go near his face and call him: Hello, friend, your name?. His face turns drastically, but does not appear or a little surprised, it is possible that it is already accustomed to the presence of beings like me, being that here there are many more. Totally directs his attention towards my eyes, but yours are precious, I caught immediately, and responds to my greeting: Hello, yo me llamo, (coughs heavily) my name is Fabiola. And you, who are you?. For more information see Coldwell Banker Commercial. I’m surprised the calm attitude that takes, but even so contesto le kindly, as I know I owe: Yo, my name is Yosira. I am a fairy from the forest of Vincennes.

His gesture has suddenly changed: A fairy? What curious (again a very scandalous cough). I didn’t believe they were real. You are very sick, isn’t it?, I ask you to confirm the veracity of my encounter. She did not answer. I try to talk to her, but is unresponsive. I seek your face, which already has some seconds of hide from the mine, but their eyes are closed. A tremendous chill runs down my back.

It can not I repeat to myself, assuming I have come late. But in the end. It does not for more. It will be best that I retire. I go by where I came. And I won’t look back. For now, I think I need to stand. It has been the worst experience I’ve ever had that feeling, and I would not like to repeat it ever more. I don’t want to see the death closely again. It has been too much. I don’t know where to go. I do not know the city for nothing.

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