The losses instead of Part I
The place of Part II
losses
(66) The writers must invent their own.
(67) What I mean is that to know how things have to destroy them first, but I'm still the same writer who does not want to be.
(71) The old story says, do not look anything fancy.
(78) Do you the wound, I put the skin.
(79) still smells to us, we do together that smell is the scent that I like best in the world But I deleted the cream of the grease in my whole body.
(79) smile and he sees me and I smiled. It is rare not to read. It is rare indeed, because Paul did not miss a single spare second to get to read. Seems pensive. Is thoughtful or looks. That scares me. But then I realize that it has opened its red notebook and smiles again and the fear is gone and you're done. Perhaps he began to write the story for the workshop. It's so obsessive. I'm not even sure where I left the picture he gave me. There is still a whole week and I will not think about that now. I go out and approached me and says nothing and I say nothing and sit on his lap. It's hot and I like the sky and swing creaks a bit with the weight of the two. Hug him and he still smells like us and there is a lengthy silence that feels so very long because Paul closes the book and drop it on the grass and leaned his hand on my hip. Will not let me read your books, I sometimes read them when asleep. Your notes are nice. They are sentimental, tender. And an idiot to mention it but I know that someday I will remember this evening as an unbearable sadness. So I think sometimes when I read them and think that now, sitting on his lap. (Play dialogue of the film by Cesc Gay VOS)
(67) What I mean is that to know how things have to destroy them first, but I'm still the same writer who does not want to be.
(71) The old story says, do not look anything fancy.
(78) Do you the wound, I put the skin.
(79) still smells to us, we do together that smell is the scent that I like best in the world But I deleted the cream of the grease in my whole body.
(79) smile and he sees me and I smiled. It is rare not to read. It is rare indeed, because Paul did not miss a single spare second to get to read. Seems pensive. Is thoughtful or looks. That scares me. But then I realize that it has opened its red notebook and smiles again and the fear is gone and you're done. Perhaps he began to write the story for the workshop. It's so obsessive. I'm not even sure where I left the picture he gave me. There is still a whole week and I will not think about that now. I go out and approached me and says nothing and I say nothing and sit on his lap. It's hot and I like the sky and swing creaks a bit with the weight of the two. Hug him and he still smells like us and there is a lengthy silence that feels so very long because Paul closes the book and drop it on the grass and leaned his hand on my hip. Will not let me read your books, I sometimes read them when asleep. Your notes are nice. They are sentimental, tender. And an idiot to mention it but I know that someday I will remember this evening as an unbearable sadness. So I think sometimes when I read them and think that now, sitting on his lap. (Play dialogue of the film by Cesc Gay VOS)
HASBUN RODRIGO - THE PLACE OF LOSSES
Granta - The best storytellers English youth
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