Are Flux Bindings Good?

1, 2 .. almost 3 - Part 2 / 3


was immersed in the night and the headlights split the dark silk around us. Black is reuniting once in my rearview mirror. The car gives me the impression of a submarine lost in a flood waterproof fabric moire.

I hum without realizing "I love him to death," to believe that Sinatra moved to the back and whispered to me the words.

She teases me opening the chocolate bar, and aluminum crunches under his fingers. She silenced me with a square big enough that she shoves in my mouth, cutting the whistle the romantic and apathetic Francis formerly mustachioed. Gulp.

She opens the bag of pine, vanilla, who immediately began to want us to believe that the West Indies are in the car. I wrinkled nose and watches a reaction from him, but she shakes her finger after looking for a place to hang it, it will eventually attach to the cigarette lighter, which we used either to her or to me. The thing starts to sway gently immersing ourselves in an atmosphere of Sunday dessert. My chocolate sickens me a bit of blow. It I'm having nausea which is the world upside down. I open my window and the outside air breaststroke vanilla.

tournicotent My thoughts without me trying to order them. I'm too tired to do filing. She sings in her sucking piece of chocolate, something a little cheesy, Everything But The Girl I think. She does it diligently, as if we were in a recording studio. I like his serious sometimes.

My thoughts fluttering like goldfish to the cat. The car purrs. I wonder if I'm up to it, if I have the shoulders to assume, if we have enough money if the apartment is big enough, if I have the right words, if I can continue to kiss ... I'm kidding, full tube, but it's not my fault these are my thoughts frolicking.

When I take the exit, the dashed to the ground hop into a graceful curve that I'm like on a rail.

Already houses and steeples are silhouetted in the sky, it feels like the end of the road although it remains to 4O terminals. His hand is on my neck, hardly moving, warmth, presence, intention. It freaks me out a coup d'emotion snapshot.

The sky already hesitates between remaining ink or dressing shadows. In the distance, we begin to guess the grassy dunes, the curves of the moor squeezed shrubs that are resistant to the winds around here.

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