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She saw him come out from the Press. And the last look the same: dejected. However, some people frightened eyes reveals the temperament or compassion. Adult and the child's side.
Press her to go to work at a nearby supermarket. This is the only way her work back to the residence.
She met the man again. Inadvertently used to see him wearing a beige T-shirt blue jeans and black running shoes. Shoulder cloth filled with what seems to always be something heavy, to be so giant.
She was lucky with him in the same direction. She rode a bicycle to see the back of his sparse. She was behind him, as if I do not know the purpose of a stalker. Was to explore her she do not know everything. The young man, should not more than 25 years of age. She guessed.
A long time, he stopped at a premises, and then slowly opened the door. The next second, he turned to face her, come sit?
He had known her the original track. She panicked, will not ... ... not.
She gave a big turn cycling. Crazy to think of riding for a while before he was to go back to eat.
At this time, she is wistful and sweet. 19-year-old mind can be so easily satisfied. Her smile.
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She was like a thief like are constantly at his window. She did not have three days to see him in this street. She began to panic, the real part of the pure heart is a little bit like poached, leaving only the empty shell that callous. The man is bored of her life the only part of her novel. But now, she lost it.
For she turned away, they heard the cloth on his shoulder heavy sound clumsy issued. She was overjoyed to turn heads.
You seem to wait for me? He said. She nodded.
Something?
She shook her head. , I just wanted to see you. I have not seen you for three days.
His face was expressionless. Said, come on. Startled to see her there, he said, I will not hurt you. Suit yourself.
She instinctively went in the house less twenty square meters. Extremely messy inside. The ground is something more in disorder: cans, instant noodles packaging, cigarette butts, broken bits of biscuits or bread crumbs ... ... bed, bedding sheets are crumpled like paper usually curled up on top. Corner of the sheets are cigarettes or matches burned a big hole in the whole unobtrusive. Bed desk is also exactly the same with them. Messy ball of paper manuscripts and cover it completely.
Her visual of all this, and then smile. This is close to the appearance of a single man's life, and so deep and true.
She squat body, instinctively to clean up this messy all over the floor.
No, I'm used to it. Clean, also empty. So good. He said smoking should want one?
I do not smoke.
Have to do anything the first time. Try it, it is a good way to deal with emptiness. Apply to any person, of course you also suitable.
She had no subtlety to take over. Lit it, smelt a strong smell of tobacco.
You write books?
He nodded. Said that writing is the best way to escape, and can be close to the true self. It lets you know what you need to claim anything. He is God, described by the figure is subject to their own subjects, you can control their fate. Although it is illusion, but it is so true and pleasure.
What is your name? Written a book?
Jie. Very simple name. I work in the bag. He pointed to the huge cloth.
I can look?
He took out a stack of thick cloth manuscripts.
His amazement at her opening. That, yes, there is no way the text, which is its destiny. There are two literary fate, or fame, or starved to death. His smile, I am the latter. I knew.
What you are willing to do the latter?
Not simply willing to do, and only want do not want to. As you can see, I down and out. Just not willing to have this, so have to go to Press folly.
She stood there, showing puzzled expression.


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