"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to disguise the growing anxiety that threatens to become panic at any moment.
"Home!"
His voice sounded terribly off-key friendly against the backdrop of gray clouds that threatened to storm any minute.
"This is not the way to our house Linda! What's the matter? I have yet to explain what happened, even now that I think we do not even ask me what I had, the reason for my behavior, as if already knew. "
"I know and soon you will know too. We're going home."
But which house? What fuckin 'house? I could not think of anything else and the one that Stone was that his tone was that of a weekend hike. He seemed happy ... euphoric ...
waited in silence while she spoke the landscape barren and desolate, we ran around, made even more gloomy darkness prematurely reach the clouds.
whistling was driving, the helmet of auburn hair that caresses her face.
"Since you've changed your hair color to Linda?"
"Always had so Carlo."
Balle. The week before preparing for his trip he had cut and was returned to its natural color. Now I began to remember.
"Well, we arrived. Get out."
I opened the door for what seemed an infinite field in the middle of nowhere.
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