was driving fast but not to care. He put her feet on the windshield and looked kakovammena nails. He shook the toes of the sound of happy music and turned and looked at him. The hot air was coming from the window and felt very happy to be there. Look at the road and the sea sparkles and sucked with all her strength in the air. In looked back and played the songs on the ipod. Some moments do not have to speak to communicate. He says: Stop here.
come down to the beach, immediately turns her shoes to feel the sand under her feet, go to sea, experiencing the cold water and makes a grimace. It is very cold, he says. He sits on the bench and explores and puts his glasses to distinguish her body better. On close calls, but has already sit in the sand and playing with her. What he likes. The carelessness of the sometimes scares me, because they never think realistically. Especially with him. And this ride was long, because then he knows how to turn to reality. The pulls
him on the bench and she embraced with force. He puts his hands in the middle and hold. Wait time to do it. It smells her neck and trying to keep as much of it can now. The fragrance, hair falling on the face of the air and the sense of more it. He knows that soon will have to divest itself of everything and trying to crystallize the memory. On kissing and suddenly feel the taste of salt of tears. Do not cry little girl, he says. It's for the better. Caressing her face and wipes tears. She sniffs and says he can not understand why it is so unconscious.
embraces her and says, Come;
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