The neighbor
In November he moved to the next floor. Half-bodied, cold eyes and few words passed unnoticed wherever they travel.
That move was response at the end of a complex and ultimately left a huge load of frustration and misogyny in it. Willing to hate until the end of their days any woman who is put forward.
Especially those two neighbors hated so cute and independent. That do not bear their lives without restrictions.
At night, on his bed sheets gray eyes on this golden lamp model 60's, figured in the neighboring house of partners to make them humiliated beings incapable of making decisions, unable to lift look much less voice. If he could hide beneath the thousand layers of fabric to be filthy.
These thoughts I plunged into a shallow sleep and no repair that slowly consumed him
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