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Better late than never. Find

Melody awoke in a state of semi consciousness. She found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed to go out. Beside, the old leather suitcase, half full-half empty, surrounded by several shirts, dresses and pants, even attached to their perches, but ready to be folded and packed in search of new direction. Two pairs of shoes lay on the carpet.

still dormant, pressed, mechanically, the key to green design of your phone. He felt at that moment, his hands were hot, sweaty and bright. On the other hand, a familiar voice said "Hello." So who should have answered, dropped the top of your body 90 degrees, resting on the bed, and hung up.

Confused, he asked how he got there the suitcase, and who would have been filled, because I did not remember herself. It was the only person in the house ... Is it possible that ...?

always wanted to travel, but the university, lack of money, his family and work, in chronological order, it had been prevented.
And it seemed that in the end, had won the game desires locked away in the remotest corner of his unconscious. Their anxieties dominated each of his muscles.

After contemplating for a long time the suitcase half done, could not help but continue to put every piece of clothing inside.

finished this task, he headed for the door.
On the table by the entrance was his leather hat. He bought some years after a crush on after seeing it in a window. I had never used. But when traveling in dreams, always covered her hair black.

phone rang again, same screen name. The same familiar voice, this time in a slightly more aggressive, said: - Why did you hang?
And this time, it was no answer: - I'm going.
- What?
- Let me go.
- But ... where?
- A elsewhere.

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plot. Things that happen

After reading all the books in his personal library Don Ginés CAMBOA Baron decided to become a renowned writer.

On the desk in his office ordered a packet of pages, and gold fountain pen, with a box load of ink.

however, could not think of any plot.

Then he changed his location, he sat in the old armchair of his great grandfather in front of the fireplace. But the Muses did not appear.

Frustrated, he went to the second floor, and lay on the couch of the nineteenth century. It did not work, still no ideas.

days passed and the pages were blank.

Baron, I used to see their wishes satisfied very soon, I was desperate. Ran cursing his luxurious mansion, with a silk robe and gray hair tousled.

One day, decided to climb to the top floor and open all windows. Wrote a couple of lines on a sheet and threw it through one, and then launched himself into space.

found his body next to a blood-stained sheet that read: "At least now someone will have a story you write."

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(IV)

Manuel is my neighbor 5 º C. It is a peculiar kind. Sometimes, low to me for salt to season vegetables in wok cooking. He is a vegetarian. And I'm his favorite neighbor. You may ask how I know. Now, Manuel is claustrophobic. He has never set foot in the elevator of the block, so dim the four floors that separate us and comes back up, with my gift salty. I would not if I were not his favorite. Would simply knock on the door of Doña Julia, the widow of 5 º B, or of the Fernandez family of 5 º A, not to mention lower floors IMMEDIATELY.

Manuel is pretty clueless. In a couple of times, has come to require me overloaded with salt with the salt shaker in hand. I said nothing then, to leave no evidence and the poor. It is also very shy. Their tours are very funny and salt. Hover his blue eyes over his gafijas and in an almost inaudible making the request.

few days ago have not seen him. The gossip of 2 º A says that she has kept her home two weeks. Apparently, a month ago, when Manuel was in full jog in the park, send your exercise routine as Sunday best, came across a woman he was hooked. This Manuel, if a lovesick ... But, because of their lack of courage, he dared not ask his name, much less whether he would go to the movies, a coffee or dance a twist. The only thing that made my dear neighbor was going to run at the same park on Sunday next, hoping to find it. As in the first round did not happen walked four. In the latest of which, rather than run, he gave in to inertia and little wind was blowing. Finally, the landscape began to blur and fainted. When she regained consciousness, aching and exhausted, consumed his last strength to yell:

- LOVE IS HARMFUL!