I was sure was a good idea to go home, and when I turned the key in the door I immediately felt better. I hung my jacket and I took off my shoes there in the hall. My head was spinning a bit '. I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I went into the bathroom and opened the hot water tap. That noise in free-fall liquid aside all my thoughts. I took off all the clothes fell perhaps more tired than me on the floor. While I did slip on that bad day, and washed away all the bad things that I thought, I reached for a moment the silence in my mind. He was handsome, was calm. Concentari me for a little over that feeling and I was even difficult to feel the hot jet fell on my skin. I laid my hand on the wall ... I wanted to stay there motionless all night. Yet in the end closed the tap and went out of the shower. As I slipped nell'accappatoio cold, a strange thought crossed my mind ... "open the damn box," he told me that bastard in my brain. "You can not be stupid enough to actually do it," whispered alone like a madman. As I was saying this shit, I heard a noise coming from the entrance. With only one wet rag on him I left the bathroom, I concentrated for a moment. Could better distinguish the sound ... it was rhythmic, like a ticking. My blood froze ... I wanted to kill the fuckers in a so low?! They had a damn bomb in that box of shit, I was told that I should deliver it to a guy, but it was all a trick! They knew that I would not go immediately to that place, they knew that I would return here and now I was doomed! I was there fell curse! I started running like crazy towards the bedroom, slamming his foot against that damn dresser, slipped under the bed, tried to shelter curled up like a green leaf that is burning in the fireplace. I waited a second endless ... I could distinctly hear the noise in the silence of my fear. I do not know why I started to count ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... I got to 37 and nothing happened. Why are you spending so much to explode?! Surely it was a perverse trick of those damned! I thought he had deliberately set the timer with a longer time so as to make me think of being safe ...
I stood there under my bed, in company with years of dust. Maybe for an hour. Immobile, unable to think of anything. But now I run away ... I had to go to the toilet ... The tension began to ease as before, in my mind is the idea that he could not even be a bomb. Maybe they did not want to kill me, for the moment. If they wanted they could easily do it at the Toaster. Instead I was home. The idea seemed plausible. I went out from under it. Methuselah looked out of his damn cellar, how much dust I was wearing. At this point I wanted to see clearly, I wanted to open that box dick and see what's inside. Before I pop into that niche and then walked to the cabinet near the door. He stood there wrapped in my handkerchief, brown, with its ominous ticking. Untied the knot and I picked him up. The cold I was burning my hand already. I went into the kitchen and leaned there on the table. I turned a chair and sat astride it. We were staring at him. I could feel it, even the damn thing in some ways I was studying. The game looks pretty pissed off he was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle, surely he had shit on me as I was before and now wanted to do the blowhard to recover. It took off from the fire, grabbed a cup from the dish drainer on top and poured us hot water. By the cabinet at the bottom pulled out the box with the tea that was damn old and it took me a while 'in a filter. Dived into the cup took it all and I sat down again. Now there were two to fix this thing, we were ahead. I had to laugh and took courage.
"I do not have box of shit Now I know which exploded as soon as I will try to open yourself But you know what I say? I do not care!"
"Take cover," I said to the cup.
I raised the hook that held it closed and opened it very, very slowly. I felt that cup of fucking take the piss. Eventually I opened it all ... What the hell was that thing in there!? By God, it seemed, had indeed had a heart ...! It was moving, pulsing, but the noise that came out was a metallic ticking ... I was shocked. I thought I'd throw up, but then to look good Semra not even a true heart ... Apart from the fact that he was completely clean. No drop of blood, nothing. It was not even red as one expects a heart ... it was light green, green oil. Those who were to be the veins were a glossy black. It looked more like a stone heart, but it moved. I do not know what goes through my head, but took it in hand, as in an automatic gesture. It was cold. A piece of ice button. I was horrified but also fascinated in some way. I kept staring at him careless of the cold that takes hold of me. Now that I think, by the cold hand was spreading throughout the body. For Suddenly I felt that I was going to faint, that thing I was doing something. I fell on my knees, that thing was slipping from his hands into the ground. As soon as I was free of my body heat back improvvisamnte, intense. I felt burned. I started screaming, ran to the bathroom and I ficcai under cold water. After a moment, the feeling disappeared and came back to have a cold ... cold normal this time, blame the water in winter. Un'ascigamano taken and tied me in life. I left the bathroom and put on a shirt found in the lounge on the couch. Glanced away from that thing on the floor. I had to go and pick it up. I used as an excuse to myself that having sincerami how the same cup. He was fine. I picked up a glove and picked that thing. It was cold all the same. Put it back in its box while I was going to close it after I noticed something on one side of the devilry ... very small, there was a symbol. It was a circle with a square in the square there were two opposing lines and convex curves with a dot in the center. Outside the circles at the corners of the square there were some strange letters, the language could be the same incisions that were on the box.
I opened the kitchen drawer where I kept packages Creative Commons ... I took off one and lit with a match ... The smoke rose as much as I was uncertain on dafarsi, but he also wanted to get some light in this matter. We took a decision. Before taking everything from that guy, Gordon Jin called, we would examine the box from my trusted expert ...
amazing how we were smoking and I agree, it never happened.
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