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Table: Angst. ¤
Number: Two (2).
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Warnings: None . ¤
Number of Words: 520.
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From prepared yourself to go early to work. A good bath, a long session of brushing your hair, ironing the uniform of the office, all the hustle to get to the office. Following this, I waited a whole day coming and going of steps in the building and outside of that, more oftenr's talk food or get new talking points. Her own were more loose, after all, it made you feel very identified.
and coffee, a rustic little place in the middle of the noisy city. It was almost a world apart when entering, you topabas with the decor, very well crafted in wood of different trees such as ebony, pine, oak and ash, the last, providing a smooth scent field, which was slightly overshadowed by the caffeine that took possession of the room very little.
Also, the clientele was roughly the same masochistic. And each one had its day visit, except those who were faithful and on time daily. The owner of the place, a woman somewhat advanced age and respiratory problems, and always knew what I was serving tray ready with several bills and steaming tea. Your friend and you greeted him with smiles shining, sitting on the table from the bottom, next to the window where they could comment on passersby.
was the day you turned four years to visit this café-bar on the corner, thatget your friend to the gate, noticed it was closed. I found it most strange, as never before the kind woman had closed, even the fiercest of storms. But for some reason, the place was closed, and everything inside in the dark. They hit a little, but nobody answered.
Then a man telling them about the owner of that business had died that morning due to pulmonary edema. Without podérselo believe, they looked for a moment. What would now most of your routine? It was like a private ritual, which is theNora was a participant every day for the past four years. Definitely would miss that.
days later, both went to the funeral. I weighed the death of this lady, who never had the courtesy to ask his name. It was quite an ordeal to find out the details of wife, whom they affectionately nicknamed "Aunt Nona." His routine would from then on take a flower every day to the cemetery, Aunt Nona. -----------------------------------------
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