Frank did not like the girls of his environment, or rather it was deliberately away, but that girl by unstable temperament and gray-eyed left him something.
And Frank was always very careful to keep out those who would approach him, but she could not do it, the desperate audacity to talk about her and her always precise Frank touched by violence to the truth.
Frank, a bit 'she laughed, a little' thought for a bit 'was concerned about the ease with which she could read and ridicule her pain, because who knows what he is asked to read the past so clearly the truth in Frank , or at least have the courage to spit in the face of its contradictions.
She was like the most normal thing in the world, Frank remained with lolwut whenever she spoke the truth as you open the tap. Could he perhaps
to love it, Frank thought, while the heat of her throat tinged hands of Frank, a time would be thrilled to cut the throat of a beautiful girl of twenty years, but now it was almost with pity, pity for the tragedy that could not even presume from the sadness of his eyes with rage and hatred for the ease with which she could see it so clear, so simple, as it is.
After he had killed was a moment to look at his throat and his eyes wide open, it was nevertheless able them to find peace, uncorked a bottle costs a lot and sat down beside her.
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