Melvin was there, annoying everyone, smiling to himself when, from time to time, he saws his face in the mirror behind the balcony. The bar is far and the rain was cruel that night. It was a trap, he knew, but nobody never thought about that. He was sure of his capacity of being faster, smarter and stronger than anyone, at least regarding that drunk losers. Today, in his funeral, I admire Jane for her bold attitude.
31/01/2009
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