two fingers to move the large sliding glass door and the cabinet slowly reveals itself: in the darkness of the room, the second attempt to intercept the large, white Kalenji, the morning is fresh and is better to stay on reinforced. With equal dexterity the door close it and slide the middle one, hoping that Bella will continue in his sleep: heat wearing only shorts and socks, you did not want strange ideas just as I am about to do the ' Last Half Year . Quietly, I get paid from my drawer the rest of the equipment and return to stay to complete the ritual of dressing.
Five minutes of stretching-like, look confidently toward the blue sky, dirty look skeptically toward the shimmering asphalt road that we go. In silence, closes another year: one runs for pleasure, and to get away from trouble in the world. For how far we face, let it go always from the point of departure, just in time to leave.
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