sábado, 31 de mayo de 2003

Here goes the story, let's call it "The thought":

Berry woke up and stared at the room: there was the dry chicken skin in the plate from last night’s dinner, an ashtray full of disintegrated cigarettes floating like corpses in a brownish water, and loads of papers and books taking over the table with a disorganized but yet effective strategy. Then he remembered.

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