I know I am clueless. I know that when I walk down the street with the mp3 in the ears, a book in his left hand, and the other in his pocket ..... I somewhat clueless. In my world. Mentally writing any scene, which adapt to the next chapter. Because sometimes, with small ideas that large.
And no, I was walking, there was only just leaving work, crossing the first pedestrian crossing, every day, and then the second, that I have not crossed, because it can not be called cross . The light was green, and I started to walk over the zebra crossing, but my attention has been focused on women of Pharmacy. That I always see, and I never know exactly what you think at 9 am, looking so lost and sad face. A man handed him something (not yet know it, and believe me I have this object in mind.) He gave something, and she smiled as she held the thing in hand. And it was at that time, when I encountered, had just finished crossing the crosswalk, I encountered not know that yet, and I dropped everything that I am long (almost one meter seventy). I've been lying facedown on the sidewalk, staring at the girl with the sad face with the thing in hand. I got up as fast as I could. The girl has approached me, I wanted to offer help, but I said that was fine, and I thanked him. " I saved the book eh? - he says -". I smile. Yes Yes
and fled. Because what we've done can not be called otherwise. He fled the scene. Recalling that the girl wanted to heal the knee and elbow, which I have touched me. And yes, he was right not to carry the book in his left hand, I would have scratched the face, hand and whole arm. But I had to fall with his face on the book, and the same arm, has also fallen on it, thus, the worst part he has taken the book, which is completely shaved below (A pity, because it was new). I was not aware of the pain and scrapes that the book has saved me until I assimilated my fall, which was when I saw the white pants dirty and broken. Then the scene came to my head, I in the ground, which I took to get up, fall down on. Then the girl from the pharmacy that wanted me the cure, and I said I was perfect, and a horn! was cast pieces, but I did not discover that it was that man gave him, and that has so captured my attention and made me not look at the floor, and stumble. I did not want so little, to be near her, I did not discover her face to be sad at 9 am. Like imagine.
When I come home I have made appropriate cures. My elbow has been well:
If the picture is not appreciated at all, the huge scrape that I've done. But I decided to teach the elbow, and to do my knee because I have unpleasant raw right now. So you better elbow.
And here, the book that saved my life these days ............... often thought billet book to take to work everyday. It weighs an egg. Thought, looks have not begun to read my other, which was more finite, as there had to be this. Because I had to save the coup. And, true, books, Sometimes, we also save lives.
and fled. Because what we've done can not be called otherwise. He fled the scene. Recalling that the girl wanted to heal the knee and elbow, which I have touched me. And yes, he was right not to carry the book in his left hand, I would have scratched the face, hand and whole arm. But I had to fall with his face on the book, and the same arm, has also fallen on it, thus, the worst part he has taken the book, which is completely shaved below (A pity, because it was new). I was not aware of the pain and scrapes that the book has saved me until I assimilated my fall, which was when I saw the white pants dirty and broken. Then the scene came to my head, I in the ground, which I took to get up, fall down on. Then the girl from the pharmacy that wanted me the cure, and I said I was perfect, and a horn! was cast pieces, but I did not discover that it was that man gave him, and that has so captured my attention and made me not look at the floor, and stumble. I did not want so little, to be near her, I did not discover her face to be sad at 9 am. Like imagine.
When I come home I have made appropriate cures. My elbow has been well:
If the picture is not appreciated at all, the huge scrape that I've done. But I decided to teach the elbow, and to do my knee because I have unpleasant raw right now. So you better elbow.
And here, the book that saved my life these days ............... often thought billet book to take to work everyday. It weighs an egg. Thought, looks have not begun to read my other, which was more finite, as there had to be this. Because I had to save the coup. And, true, books, Sometimes, we also save lives.
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