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"Hello"
"Hello Henry, how are you '? I wanted to call right now to talk about China. "
" I also wanted to talk about this, they're telling us we see the usual bar in an hour? "
" Ok "
" See you later "

I dressed quietly. Monica was still at the stage of slumber, lying on the bed. I watched her breathe, stroked her soft skin. It is true, it's all very mundane, almost trite, but the beauty and sweetness that he knew lay at that moment I have not found any other girl in the world. Not to wake the left a card saying that I was already out and not run away, then I sent her a text message, so, to reiterate the concept.
and smell her perfume was driving him so hard that I thought of Henry's face when I met him.
arrived at the bar with a slight delay, Henry is a very precise guy. My fifteen minutes of delay meant he was waiting for me at least half an hour good.
Henry was frowning, he seemed unwilling to tell me what he had in mind. We talked about this and that for about ten minutes, defer the discussion of China. Then he inziò:

"I must tell you two very important things."
"We are here to mail it?"
"I got a tip about China. Most likely if you accept, you will be one of the project leaders'
"Nice that you know these things and not me, oh well nice. So people can choose to take with me. "
" This is exactly the point ... tell me. You trust me? "
" What silly questions. Are you one of my best friends. I know that you are involved project in China, but I would carry on the fly as my right arm. "
" It was what I wanted to hear. "

I did not understand at all this I am trying my belief on his part. As if all these years he had created for themselves. Henry had the power to make me think about the points that I would not even consider. It was my soul reflected, what would stop me when I wanted to get away from my workplace. He had a very strong feeling. During our conversation
Monica filled me with messages. I felt the phone vibrate continuously. Every now and then to answer some of those. Henry took me again.

"And okay, I am responding to some sms from."
"Then the next thing I must tell you I send SMS?"
"Look ..." He did really

:

... I'm gay is not a joke ...

gave no sign of any reaction. I looked at him and said

"Well? Do you think one thing to be ashamed of? "
" If in China we have the room together, a little 'yes. For this I wanted to tell you. Then I went over to live a lie. Not with you who are my closest friend. "

smiled. I turned around. At that time Michael came from far away. He looked younger, it seemed more beautiful. He took me in the stomach. He turned. I saw it. Henry knew that his time was over.
He greeted me with a "Then we'll talk."

Michael arrived at my table. He had a pure white dress. He did emphasize his tan from UV light.
talked at length, as if there were to see for years. My cell phone vibrated I did not answer.
was nice, the weight of our words was magical. He felt that there was the problem of an obligation of the word.
That conversation left me a bit 'wrong-footed. Shortly after Michael called me. He wanted to see me in the evening. I replied that it was not possible. It would have been counterproductive. I do not know who moved my lips. Maybe it was a part of Henry came inside me.

I had reached the end of the day. Within two days I should give the answer for China. And I did not know what to do.

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Schizophrenia care beds

What the hell was I doing? What the hell was I jumped in head? I was going to be her true. To say what? What I would have invented?
I was sweating, sweating hard. The shaggy hair, beard left her there for a week. The clothes wrinkled, tired skin, dark circles. Here's how I stood before her. In the deepest of my meanness. In my ability to be a miserable desperate for a bit of dignity. Yet she would have arrived full of hopes. Besides, she had tried to have me back, telling me to want to still be with me. I felt on the smell of the prostitute. I came to her a bit 'below the lowest point I had ever touched.
parked far away from his house. It was one o'clock at night. I wanted the fresh air ripulisse me of my torment. I stopped at a fountain to cool off a bit '. What do I have to say? I wanted, I wanted it strongly. Just thought it was right not to bow down like that. Allow him to do with me what he wanted. He could not leave and return as if nothing had ever happened between us. As if my feelings, because it seems strange to the female, but men have them, were not important in this strange story.
I saw her from afar, I waited in front of the beach where we had gone swimming at night. She was still very beautiful. Fresh, clear, light. It was her. And she always strongly. If possible even more beautiful. She was white. Sweet. It was exactly as I had dreamed all this time away from me. But I could not forget that I had lied. It was wrong with me. And confidence is everything between two people. Her beauty could not compensate for this situation.
I walked behind him. He was motionless. He stared at the sea. I hummed songs in my head. I was restless. I was even more schizophrenic than before.
The fresh air had turned away from the smell of my clothes whore. I sat next to her

"So ..."
"So what?"
"So what you tell me what it means to your mail?"

"What it says did you see? Or do you want me to repeat it? "

The tension was cut into slices on the beach. I need to understand something, I needed to be as light as I was before. I tried her hand. She escaped me. We do not understand anything. She tried, she escaped. We were shown into a booming anything sharp and deep. You could not go on like this. I got up. The first instinct was to throw me to the sea, return to him to discover the truth and go somewhere else.

"Where are you going?"
"I do not know, do not you say. I had to move but "
" ... "
" I do not know, do not know why I'm here. I do not want 'to find out. I wanted to be here. I was terrible in those days. What would I respond when you told me you were going to get married somewhere else? I asked you where you wished it would have made the wedding list? "
" ... "
" Then you get back. God knows why. What he has to find another country? And then there's the wheel? Show me what's going on in his head. "
" ... "
" ... "The

my schizophrenia was leveling up. At very high levels. In moments of silence came to my mind a lot of songs. A flood of music was inside me.

"Monica fuck, tell me something," He got up just

. He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Sleep with me tonight, tomorrow we'll talk about"

Here is the song that was to come at this time "In your bed is the latest to tear the soul." Sleep with her? In those conditions where I was? That was not a thing to do. Not at all, just said yes. Instinctively, without thinking too much.
So we set off on foot towards his home. In the morning following definitely something between us would be reborn. Without too much trouble. I was sure.
We went to bed. We fell immediately into a sleep devastating. We were both very tired.
The next morning we woke up completely naked.

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My illness

It was just after ten and my disease continued to rise in intensity. I did not know that seek remedies to the fever that was killing me. The real problem was the thermometer. He contradicted me every time. I could not understand why the forces were slowly leaving me. I had no stimulation. No positive image could ease my pain
It was just after ten, but it seemed that the ten had never arrived. Time he stood before me, and would not go away, he could not march as he usually did.
The certainty I had was my illness. Too serious to be known, too simple to be treated. It was a sickness, a disease Qualle you come in and do not know more to go.
Then stay hours on the couch waiting for the ten arrived. The ten never arrived. Instead, that Giono was just after ten. Then it was time to get up and go to bed. Soon, very soon compared to my usual pace. My illness decided for me. The thermometer, that son of a bitch. But he kept telling me that I was not sick. Not even a line of fever in my body. From that day expecting
sms that arrives on my phone.
was just after ten and my disease continued to rise in intensity. They went back and forth frantically around the room. I was looking for handholds at each point of the house. I wanted to do something, and I could not find anything to give me a minimum of adrenaline to get up and scream.
My disease is called Monica, but Monica did not call me. Here's my problem. She was gone. Leaving me there, without understanding what had happened. Inactive.
I kept saying that both the beauty of that relationship was in its brevity. But I felt that something had fallen much further. Dug in, in fact I had already caved in by the smell in the bar. I had dug in to the sea, in the rain. It was that empty. That was my wounded pride. Toy for a quick masturbation stundetessa university away from home.
My illness was not addressed. It was useless. I should not go looking for it again.
It had been just ten. I was schizophrenic. I turned on the computer and I downloaded the mail.
There was still one of his mail.

Hello,
know that I misbehaved with you. Only I did not think I could miss you so much. Only I did not think so little of interest to not even receive a response. I wanted to tell you that I decided to leave my boyfriend. My relative has gone. And I really have parades in front of things like I do. And I want you.
Answer.

Beautiful, just beautiful. The e-mail after saying

Hello,
have changed plans for the "China Project", if you agree to participate in the project will necessarily have to leave for China and move to the next two years. Are you prepared to answer this?

A fuck all I thought. A fuck all cried through her tears. My illness was winning to me. I wanted a body over which to move. I left, I went to hell. I took one. I took her from me.
There was no fun make me. So it's not even finished. Pay a bit 'more, provided that immediately disappeared from my house. By now it was nearly eleven and a half. I did not want to sleep in the bed smeared with fake sex with that bitch. I did not want to sleep. Molested my cell phone. Molest my head. It was not me. It was my disease. I called.

"We need to see us, you're home?"
"Yes"
"I'm coming."

Parties. A fuck all.