I pulled the spark plug to the wall to get a better look. A message for me, cost a lot to someone else. The writing was still confused but I was able to understand the meaning ... "you can not refuse bunny." Needless to say that I was the bunny. There was one thing that scared me more than the mangled corpse left on the bed, the four words that sticks in the wall could perfectly describe my state of mind ... a little spark in a world very, very dark. I took a quick look the victim wrapped in the sheets, I noticed that he was missing some parts, and the nausea made me realize that it was time to get out of there. I was not a cop, and those tend to be suspicious if you are near a mutilated corpse while you're busy looking at the wallpaper. I walked to the door, blew out the candle and threw it out the ground running in the hallway. Not taken the elevator but I looked through a window in the hall and jumped on the fire escape. Courses, down those damn stairs, despite the damp of the night made them dangerously slippery. I wanted to run, I wanted to run away from there really, I wanted to get out of the mess of the city, the situation of shit that I had just driven. I paused a moment when his lungs began to complain, and I took the desire to turn one, so as to make them even more angry, stupid balloons. I was not unfortunately. I had to make order in my mind, figure out what to do, how to get out of, how to stay alive above all. Find a place to sell from smoking seemed to me the right way to take a moment to plan. No one was in the street, I began to turn a bit 'to the alleys. The night was laughing at me, pitiless, I could hear it. Began to turn around when the purple light of a sign "liquor and tobacco, appeared to save the crisis. I went sounding the bell above the door. Damned bells made me nerves. A guy on twenty sbracato was well on the chair behind the counter, headphones in ears, loud music, ridge purple jacket and torn jeans with cuffs attached over thirty pins, tattoos fucking written. Serataccia and that was a closed world of music in her pretty irritated me. I kicked at the counter giving the dick, so ... to draw attention. My movement had taken effect, so that he took off his headphones and politely asked me what the fuck I want. Pleasantries aside, and a few dirty looks, I was able to buy what I wanted and not to step on the boy. I left the store and leaned against the wall near the entrance. Finally, I could light a. Doing my impression of breath again ... I was for a good ten minutes to secure the load, and the sound of nothing in my ears at night. I did not know what to do. Even leaving the city would follow me, were people who never gave up the bone easily, but I was the fucking bone. I thought it would be thrown to dogs was a nice gesture on their part. I wanted to laugh ... Two or three puffs, one after another, regained a bit 'of lucidity and I got the idea. An exchange. My Pellacchia unharmed in exchange for something they wanted. I did not have many alternatives, but I was not dead. I took a bit 'out of breath. Now the problem was another ... when some people are pushing you to make certain choices, you realize how their desires can be more dangerous of their intentions. I could think of only one thing that I could share with my life ... the damn cash. I shuddered at the thought of that filthy wooden trunk and I have to look threw into turmoil. It was the thing to do now, was my goal. Now there were three questions to be answered: who, where, how ... We had to go in order. "Who" topped the list and I had half a mind on the person that I would make it clear from the notebook ...
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