Histories on My surroundings.
25/08/2024
Back to the Dream and back
The Contractor who approached me in her own way to help demolish a filthy pile of bad gossip and sour milk, after knowing my fondness for old needle-based record players, shortly after selling me a used one and with the little kindness that befits a Manager, intercepted me with a van full to the brim with drones of hospital garbage. When dealing with such dangerous or perhaps compromising materials, I stopped attending a party that the daughters of a Hellenist reverend were giving me. Although he was well dressed like the charro he promised, it broke my heart to see the girl in the predicament of her light truck overturned on the Avenue, and instead of heading to where I was expected, although not with the joy that a young man could bring them, I decided to help the one who had hired me like that and I could see, something that her sour temperament did not let me see in the hustle and bustle of our lives, how inspiring her beauty was, so much so that I gave her my hand again in that accidental trance of hers.
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