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The light falls in fine lines due to the large footbridge Bondhe and makes people including to zebras. Adult little push here around and it becomes the realm of children and little creatures. The faces are unrecognizable in the dark conditions and clarified vague. Here are cards out and scrap thrown to see the future.

Achya sitting across from her twin brother ACHN and her fingers go over the pieces, which he ejected. This is not a metaphor, for there is in the future no. It arises only where soon is now.

Achya intersect at an edge, because Nene has bumped it with his elbow. Achya sucking his thumb and ACHN snaps at Nene. You can insult the cards fall to the ground, but Yakla sweeps her side comforting her over his shoulder.

Vijez comes strolled over and sits down. Shall resolve disputes like and it is always bad when blood flows. Myoa picks out the dirty and broken glass on and off. The easier, if no one sees what.

A fabric can be raised and rough light under a bridge that burns in the eyes of the children.

"Here she lies again: Eating in ten minutes." The hand in the light will go straight. "If your not be in time, we make prior to sleep no more puppets."

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people between the lines

The bell rang. Leah was not especially attracted, but the address knew only people with whom it did not matter. She opened the door, which sounded similar to the old spine. Furniture in the hallway was like a parked cabinet.

"Long time no see, Mrs Lea," she said, noting furniture. The suppressed reflex to pull the hat was unmistakable, but Lea hated this gesture and he was wearing a hat. He was an incredible punk-like, more than twenty, which Iro washed pink to the side hung. He tugged slightly irritated at the eyebrow piercing around as if he were not used. His eyes were clear and tired and hardly had a second, to examine them.

"They have not changed."

"One of these rainy days?" Lea smiled. Her hair clung wet from the shower water on the back and she got a cramp in the hand of it is converted to keep the towel. She let it fall where it stood and made a simple rotation to go back to her apartment.

"rainy season, rather." He came in behind her and closed the door carefully. His rolled-up boots walked around the carpet until it a place to let down - A shaky imitation of art nouveau chair - was held.

"Where did you leave Cervantes?" Her voice echoed from an adjacent room. The apartment was so quiet that the tufts of sheets and rustling of clothes could be heard.

"I'm not sure," his voice said cautiously, and was the first time his appearance requirements. "It was hard to find enough here at all. I've lost it somewhere. "

" You lost him? "Her head appeared in a doorway, surrounded by a light gap. She had a towel wrapped around his head and his eyes spoke to including tremendous disbelief. "You lose not just a green graugepunktete bed, furniture!"

"I know, I know." His face fell into his hands. His current appearance was wearing fingerless gloves with too many rivets. "But your dimension can not be done just hard to find. There are too few people. Hardly anything is not even canon is here. "

it" a dimension, Lea said sheepishly, as she stepped from the bath. Her hair was a knotted curly mane and clothing including every library would have chased a well shudders through the spine. But this makes it probably worse. "

He nodded and she lost him in passing tore his hair with his fingers. ". You name these days prefer traveling librarian villain"; "professionals." Up into the living room you need a break, books hunter "

" I cook you coffee, whom the whole World Arrrithmetiker up call. "

" reality forbid. " He heaved up like a heavy suitcase without wheels and pull-fashioned bars and trotted into the living room.

furniture took off his gloves and the embroidered leather jacket and drew in two pots of coffee on the sun like a lizard. On the ankle of the left hand was tattooed HYPO - on the right PAR A. My two styles, he had declared at their first meeting Lea and her half an hour later broke a forearm bone. She wanted to publish despite his vehement request of her edition of HG Wells' The Time Machine . At that time he had not been independent. Later he returned, to apologize for the mission he had carried with her. Ask for forgiveness, it happened sooner. Someone such as furniture can not be easily excused.

"So?" She had her glasses found in the kitchen again and sat next to him like a human question mark. His gaze wandered from the cup back through the room and. There was not much to see and only chair, sofa and half-empty bookshelves. "Are you on the run or in the hunt."

"Both a little," he said, looking at her. "A little too much perhaps. It has become empty since last time "

" It is too much in here. "She tapped her to the temple, just above the temples. "The books that I have been lost were key elements of my life and the stories about disappearing more and more. I try to keep in mind you, but this is difficult. "

He smiled and nodded, understanding what looked drunk mainly with the face.

"The idea that memory the book is good, unfortunately, is also an invention of the books. But I think I can help you. "He reached for his jacket and pulled out a bundle of books.

"You have that again?" It was a school edition of Kafka's The transformation , a battered children's book with colorful pony on the cover, and a patched with tape games consultant Terranigma . "Oh. I never liked much. "

Lea began to read it yet un ignoring furniture. He cooked himself tea and tried by the meager contents of her refrigerator. Once she looked up from reading, as he wanted to light a cigarette and pointed him out to the balcony. From the single window he could see the bright lights of a big city far in depth. The harsh wind rocked the television antennas almost to the breaking. He decided against the balcony and threw his crumpled pack of cigarettes in the trash.

He did jobs for them, since he was a freelancer and brought back their lost books. He saw it as a vocation, not against her, but for themselves Their concern was itself only part of his task. Lea took what sounded like an independent freelancer. But on the other hand, hung in her office and training and study certificates in addition to certificates and awards.

furniture in the middle of the body, between PARA and HYPO , was TAX. She had seen with my own eyes out. Those were the only registered records in his life, of which she had ever seen or heard.

When she shuts the last book, he sat in his chair with his eyes closed. She cleared the books on the shelf and was surprised how much more they had had in him than expected.

"furniture?"

He was a humming sound from him.

"I sleep on the couch. You'll have to settle for the chair. "

" Only "a while he muttered.

"Of course."

"The work. Calls"

"Always." She turned off the light. The bright squares of the city have left in the depths of a pale orange light.

"You know how you call outside of these days, Mrs. Lea?"

"Mh?" Your shadow moved across the room and on the couch.

"The librarian between the lines."

Lea laughed. The times changed really.

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heroic age

They called him a hero. Frederick was more or less grew up with her. At least one of their few clear childhood memories of having stuffed his face with shovels to Motzigkeit shovels sand until delivery points in blue. Your reasons she could no longer call to mind, but what was there in an eight-year-olds to explain also great, beat the older guys and screw into the next bush wore. Mother scolded pretty long with her, but then she was gone along with her to his house to apologize. Nora was still not sure why a mother with her daughter from bullies must apologize.

then were Frederick and in any event they believe friends. They built sand castles together and swung shovel like battle axes. She was captain and he vassal. (. Words she overheard her father when he told at dinner), he was also pretty nice to her and gave her on his breakfast box - quite different from the rest of the pack of rabid boys their age. Together they climbed up trees and shared mandarins. If they are not pitched at running away from the last strike the knee, it was probably a rainy day. Just maybe. A girl, they copied the Braids off, and put boys in their chairs set. They wore capes preferable to what they were doing. Frayed sheets and cut potato sacks. She insisted heroine to be called and had the power of Grayskull - He got a bloody nose once, when he called her Princess , and was "You hero!" Called.

Somewhere along the sprint by the time of the past rushed to Nora like a mischievous grin train, they were 15, and Frederick came to her, tied his legs with its strange. And he apologized for it, they shook only with a chuckle head that seemed to her now extremely inappropriate - not only because of the vague about her boy bent her sorry, and he pressed his lips to her eyelids, and all felt satisfied and unambiguous ; to RURAL. Over the years a bunch of friends gathered around them both, could not separate until the daily life and growing up there sooner or later did. But that was still far off, while at night he played heroic poses, as he swung his hips and thrust his bony pelvis against the backside, she was too fat for that time and today as Compliment of evolution saw (even if they knew that no point did).

were as Nora and Frederick, Isa and John Kilian and Sari, and each of them with a network of people around, changing the actor in her youth were epic. Together they drank the wine cellar of their families as a large glass of water on a summer afternoon and heard the whole night, only the "Discovery" - and "Human After All" album, until everyone was able to text, just to in the early morning hours at "ReLoad" the deepest secrets to confide in, even if they suck this before the first of the fingers . Had Nora was not lying when she said she wanted some time even make out with Isa. But after Isa to her evidence, BH and rock back down again hoisting, stormed out of the room, they came and Jonathan not nearly as many times over.

you snapped at Frederick, what would happen if he again sang the Turtles opening while playing with her breasts and made them an even more drunk and probably stoned betrunkeneren ran John. Since they were 17? Or is it still 16? It was running everything so blurry at this age. An odd lot of fun.

He said they should a league of justice, are the inseparable friends. It was funny until the seriousness of the situation in Frederick's voice was clear and Nora realized how much time he spent at night to roam the streets. She asked him to come back to bed and I feel terribly old, at least of legal age even. She had the drawings of their hero in his costume already - plastered with Batman - School folder found under "personal notes", but soon he showed her the finished design with pride. He should go to hell with the fight for truth, love and justice, but she held him in her arms, and often woke up from dreams that night.

He rarely slept with her and was more and more occupied with his secret headquarters. There he had constructed a space just for them and he just wanted to sleep there, to be vigilant, and not at home. She refused, because even a damn well-built tree house was still a Bauhaus. She noticed that she could count on one hand how many times they had been with Frederick at home. The first time he was in bed with sandgefülltem stomach and was rather pale around the nose included. She recalled that her mother from childhood had been unsympathetic. Nora's mother when the front door behind them slammed shut, said "Pass' good on him."

you would probably help to look for him, but instead she made this Christmas a tortoise shell bra, and called him "my hero". Frederick slipped in February from a gutter and broke his neck during a fall. The fixed on the roof cat was done down by the fire department.

The friends all screamed at his grave as if it were the end of the world, promising as of now all watch each other. Nora came to each of its Days of death and the more the black veil lay down, stood on his grave stone: "Frederick Helton: He died as an idiot."

Patrick all because Fred knew it did. On the other side where it looked with his eyes more clearly, he found his way into his thoughts, shortly after he arrived in sleepers . (Salinger Memorial Avenue: three-lane, 120-Tempo Zone, overlooking the stream of consciousness and the Valley of Solipse, not suitable for entities communities with children.)

"Do 'not worry yourself about that you are the not all should know, "he said triumphantly. "I know what needs to be done. I'm finally Ghostly Hero! "

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Still waters are actually also pretty bleak

I sip my ginger ale and cough must. The assembled heads and their accompanying people think that I can not stand my hard liquor and because they do well. Even if they do not have to. Hennah, whose real name I can still only speculate winks to me with heavy eyelids and shows for one second teeth. You knows me and if I order a Stormy Clouds, then she knows what I want actually. At least based on drinks. A Stormy Clouds is a Ginger Ale with dark rum, if you must absolutely know, and they had to ship me ever home because of that very drink. She knows where I live and I can not stand. But I know that the heavy Lidaufschlag seductive, with whom she digs a tip like a slot machine, pure exhaustion, and that they did not come up with me when I before after too many drinks my anwinsele door. In short, long history. We understand. I'm not so bad, she says - she is accustomed to something worse, I've found over time. I guess her name is Hannah or Henry, as people choose their nicknames usually obscuring the obvious, because they think it is unlikely that anybody to get to the riddle so simple. I knew two girls during school hours on klassenkameradschaftlicher and physical basis, one was in the name Sica, the other on Jenna, somehow made it to the teacher to enforce their will and turned out in the closing ceremony both as a Jessica .

people are weird and during my Ginger Ale no longer in your throat hurts, but the carbon dioxide tickles the tongue, I definitely share it and am probably part of it.

in straight moment - as you should already be noticed easily - I think about nothing special. However, someone should approach me and ask, then I would explain the doubts in the minds actually grant me the adoption of a thinker, either the question or, "When did you actually come to realize that you heterosexual are 'It might be funny - but more like the taste in the mouth and not like a joke - but is a more than valid question about which one can be an evening one night and talk with luck the next morning when you wake up, especially without much talk.

This is my problem, I fear creeps slowly, and you've got me, but I'm thinking while I put this lapidary dispersal of the day. I miss those talks under blankets and curled up on floors and on the way, if slowly drizzle begins. Way home, way home, which of these are charged words with strong quality I could not name all because of one come so spontaneously, do not you too? In any case, these discussions miss any more than allowing rumzutatschen someone must step in - or to touch someone's' breasts and me to enjoy the associated reflex in my brain, so very calm and matter makes, but you'll find it strange when I arrived so therefore sex in my thoughts a loyal, right? It is also a stupid habit that I have to admit, even if I defend the hell else freezes up, it just my usual Tone.

It has something of the writer, "as large as the worn eraser at the other end of a pencil" through "as a clitoris" is replaced and then pretending as if both structures equivalent to one another analogy, you're right .

These little conversations - with an end in itself, and of course without a goal - I have gone at some point lost. Somehow, not at the same time as my little man have been lost, with whom I could have run, because under blankets on home roofing protected from the rain. But the moment that this non-binding set of - do not know. Harmony? No, not really. Perhaps. Protection? Rest? There are always those nice English words such as shelter , but the work probably only for us or just me. More reading and playing songs in importance than the daily routine. This is what we slip - sorry, I do not want you in my thoughts pure drag world - I slip through the day through, while I am not really got out of it, or fled before him. Just as earlier as accessory of his siblings playing in the bed cover and let it be even the ceiling as it were, while the ceiling is gone.

Yes, you're right. This has absolutely nothing to do with the interim talks. Incidentally, good word. Between calls. I'll steal the mine. But do not take it amiss, yet you can now go over and sit down again, find your friends in a circle over hatches to us as we would not see it. Otherwise I probably ask you whether you want to come to me and I just do not really know, if I want to. I'm fairly sure that you do not do really want, so be nice to converse with you again. I am often here as you probably now think you can in your bright curly hair. They are really nice, but just look as Hennah comes with my next Stormy Clouds and I want to drink alone, before I go;

whether this is a true? You can choose from over there, so wait and see if you hear me cough.

Just in case that anyone should ever shave or outraged: the only thing in this story are the drink of drinks with names similar to the public has is rum

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furniture (Part II)

He had not yet arrived at the ground floor, with agree that there are more than wasted time was. A piece of furniture was likely to scrap a valuable experience in the life of -

It depends on what you consider valuable and when you do you will own that it is all quite an experience.

"Oh." Soren looked around, then down, eyeing the lady who was on the last step of the stairs to the basement. "Know we? I'm Søren Crate, the new roommate of Mrs. Winters. Since - »

" One moment, but apparently not in your head, because the new is still screened out "

He was sure that his lady was sympathetic, because he did not like and. built a more sophisticated grin. The attempt to capture more detail in age and properties left behind in an endless loop the lady in his mind's eye.

'Strive' is not you. I'll be gone. Was only just get the mail. "

" Anyway, nice "You know, Søren murmured as a speaker, which you can turn off the sound slowly. The knotted at the neck level of hair lady vanished as she descended the steps. Strange house.

"Oh, and give it not away," he heard a voice among them, struck shortly before the cellar door. Really strange house.

It was windy on the road and his first thought was that of a sweater. Then he remembered the few moves, after which he was allowed to sit back in the warmth on the couch. He pushed an old newspaper committed to the open door and managed to even the sight of the battered sofas not the intellectual cross-connection.

The sofa was really the title of a usrangiert in fracture impressed . The left front foot was broken away and somehow it sagged. Probably a break in the backbone. The city pigeons had been reliable in the last five minutes, where it had not been torn down, there it was filthy. Furniture to waste, really.

"May I take this, my good man?" Søren, just bent over the back to his splinter-free fingers to find support, turned his head towards the voice. The man with a thin face, wearing his jacket too short and unrecognizable battered hat with a touch of duty. He had a dusty, even if nothing untidy about his person appeared.

"But of course. But first it must be to the edge, where it will not get in the way "What the man later was up with the erstwhile bed, little interested Søren;. But in that moment he was a free pair of helping hands.

Wordless walked - yes, he definitely crossed - the man to the other side of the unit and together they hoisted it half crouch against the wall. He tapped his hands against each other like old school pads, Søren noticed that the man was wearing gloves of something that might once have been leather. He mumbled his thanks towards the stranger, trying to gloss over that he himself had brought this little thing a bit out of breath.

"You're welcome. Allow that we sit down briefly, why not "

." Soren is the name. "

" Scandinavians? "

" Neunfemünde. "

The other turned up his nose. "Well, well, more or less at the end of the world. I am furniture. "

Søren looked at him wrong and gave themselves the opportunity to scrutinize the man closer. Although his face was gaunt, the man looked ponderous, but not fat. His coat was black indefinable, perhaps even anthracite, but could have been just as frog green without making a difference. The dress underneath was not visible, but probably saw from crumpled and brought up to proper creases. The eyebrows were thick, but fine-drawn, and in a manner so striking that they distract from the eyes and nose completely. When he took off his hat and took off on the back, short dark hair came into view - Søren's very similar.

"furniture? Something of a furniture dealer? A - "Soren looked for the correct job title for people who work in furniture stores and have appropriate expertise; occurred to him that he knew no such names.

"Rather collectors as a dealer. Specializing in books. Furniture facilitate Rather, my everyday life. "One hand disappeared into the jacket collar and rummaged around in his inner life, as in a shopping bag.

"So antiquarian? ? Librarian "He was not sure whether he is just the man - he said was furniture - or anyone else helped with the search term.

"librarian certainly, but it is not so one-dimensional, I fear. Would you wanted to smoke one with me? "

" Hey wish I could say about my job well. "He's the man again just ask him to Siezen. Then he noticed that while the words changed, but the tone had shifted no piece. He eyed the metal box held against him. "Sure, why not. Cigarillos? "

" miniature cigars, to be exact. I would not call it my job. Furniture is more my calling. Similarly, the name. "Furniture was open his storm lighter and lit the cigar itself and Søren. And the term. "

" Like knights? Or a philosopher? "Inquired the Søren carefully and moved well on the object between the thumb and index finger. It was a soft, brown cylinder, which left the fear of falling apart at any moment. About the taste, it was divided. He blew out the smoke and watched the passing trotting human herds, which seemed to take care of the two men on the broken sofa bit.

"A portable comparison, but -" He made a contemptuous sound that was somewhere between strumming of the teeth and snap of the tongue. "This shit humanists with their so-called science and education go past me updated on the backside. I am a man of action. Whereas I am the less inclined toward violence. Except they can not be avoided. Of course. "

course," murmured Søren he would agree to a chess boxer who spells the word fracture wrong. He observed furniture facial expressions. But the sound as if you were a spice rack or a board is already clear to you, right? "

" Does even. The shelf is a lovely comparison. Would you - "He sucked on his cigar langam than any movement would say 'Verily. Tobacco products. "

" ahead, there are already too few good stories in this area."

'discretion to disagree. The stories are simply hidden and not simply want to be found. What I wanted? Exactly. Have you ever noticed how her man "- Søren's eyebrow twitched upward in a skilled manner and remained there - you" with uncommon zeal to crash something special or looking for something special to not-

"? directly, " he admitted. "But now that you say it."

"It completely ignores how difficult it is to be especially in a world running for patterns and trains. In general, as in any individual. "

Søren got the desire to remember something intelligent, but he wanted to come up with the best will not do anything until furniture continued in his statement.

"A shelf - sometimes a couch - is so perfect in its meaning and thus simultaneously a matter of course that there is little Attention is "

" This is all well and good, but -. "He wanted to take a break, the other was to draw on his cigar. "Why would anyone be a shelf, do if he is respected for it and it never has a meaning for anyone?"

"That's a good question while the answer."

Sø Ren sighed. A small mongrel stromerte past them and looked at him for a moment with button eyes, as the sun slowly behind the row of houses opposite sank. It smelled like dinner. Furniture reached out a hand to the dog and fumbled a biscuit for him out of his jacket, which was shaped like a stylized bone.

"What is, of course, could be almost anywhere without it bothers someone, right?" The smile of the man seemed very thoughtful, as if bring him nothing in the world from the rest when it was not necessary. Then he remembered.

"Wait a minute, I have heard something of schonmal -»

"Patrick Salinger. As they were talking earlier in the flight of stairs. The man has a good head "

" How -.? "

" I got this couch for a while in the eye. It is long-established and there are so many memories with her that she is quite naturally become part of life. "

" What she is now in the trash. "

" Oh I assure you, this piece is still far from being exhausted. "He patted the arm as the edge of an ancient Gauls.

Then I wish you - you -. have fun with Cervantes, as this should always be a nature "Soren took a train and pushed his last cigar in demonstraktiver slowness on the cushions, before he rose. The man next to him did not seem to care, as he puffed calmly on and threw the butts on the sidewalk. "In any case, my capacity for eccentric everyday encounters now passed and I intend to go through that door."

'Tu' this I'm really only because of the nice chat in transit remained short. In addition, hurt a little training is not your capacity. For the things to come yet. "

" Yes, whatever, strange man furniture, I mean. "

Two steps from the door, he turned once around.

With that I also really tell the story, when my friends will think me crazy: I call up the furniture, the furniture or just furniture "

The surfaces ; surface, where the sofa had been - including the furnishings, The same had been sitting on the - was empty. It was not that important.

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furniture (Part I)

cursing went through the stairwell. The walls are not shaking. But she did and in most of nature, in a world that address discontent in the physics would. Patrick and Søren were stuck. They do not in Spzeiellen, but with their projects. Their behalf.

"Sal, Soren?"

"Nh?" ("The name is still Patrick.")

"I have a stop in front of you."

"Say it easy, Mrs. Lessor. You accept eh no no and every one of us wants to see those present rotate your pants on the imaginary of his bedroom ceiling fan slowly. So spit it out. "Søren did not look up what Nora respected, because they knew the passage, in which both were playing and it was tricky. At least if it was easy to irritate and cut off after a failed attempt and annoyed plays. Even if you bite demonstrative in his controller. Not improved by a Stoatank who saved next to a human-shaped couch and he's sitting on one may occasionally see a thoughtful air bubble rising in him as he wanders through the quiet level. Patrick made polite suggestions and pointed out informative details of the level design and was the oil, or at least the breadcrumbs to Søren fryer.

"Sorry Pat, you do want to separate from Nora Nora's pants look in your bedroom, right? Will not you "accidentally pull purely in the context, he asked in a way that was as polite as it can only be lovingly cherished malice.

"I'm not sure." Patrick looked her pants with the microscope of dirt particles and casually asked her to make her legs wide so he could properly do his work. Nora sighed. Because it's probably as in his head was going on in her head and stabbed at least a little. Somewhere under the layer of unwashed sweater in the corner of her room. "If you do not get caught up ducks, then up again the second ball and -"

"The sofa on which you sit, boys," she tore hers, his and all other thoughts in the apartment and caught a fresh pieces of paper.

"What about Cervantes?"

"It must be outside on the sidewalk. Here is his temporary home until a new animal friend, or carry away the rubbish. Tomorrow is a new "There are people who give their familiar possessions name -. And there is the theory that this is only because the rest of the people do not even perceive these names. Nora just heard "sofa" and "laptop" and "ice machine" and "very best spoon."

"But we really liked the sofa!" Soren looked for a second to Patrick over until it nodded. "We like Cervantes! What has he done? "

Nora hated it a little if they even agree in the press and speaker mode were. Even if you once the endless discussions on the mind to pass the time went.

"It is old. I have now all been investigated for possible money reserves. There is no magic gold mine and has therefore lost its appeal. Besides - "She bit the cutting teeth for a second on the lower lip. "- Is it just old. I get a new and'll like it. It has stripes. "

" Argh, again a grazing shot. "Patrick was so theatrical as he was able to arm and Søren blew a gun from two fingers. She had to think of a dream. Nora was prone to a mild obsession with stripes. Strip madness. Streifanatismus.

She thought it was pretty anyway, and anyway, it was finally her apartment. Of course her apartment as defined by you. You three. Recently. She had clearly had yet to subsequent rights of the two years they spent here alone and bored spent evenings. So what association.

". You are a male beings do not really equipped to have Opinions on the device, as long as it is comfortable and easy to wash off"

They shrugged their shoulders beaten, the level played to the end, and another one, and that afterwards, as the sequence is beyond great. And then she wedged the sofa successfully in the stairwell.

swearing anyway. The sofa, the gray areas of his design on pale green background now torn at one corner and delicate lining of print hung low, somewhere between the walls, the staircase and the edge of despair between the second and third floor fixed. Third time

"I'm not like it, but I know that and it is never good. I push forward, at some point it goes no further. I pull back and try again, but at a different angle. "Søren would normally sly smile, but he was not really the case, and he read it with the echo of a craft book on the corridor are .

"Tetris?" Inquired Patricks voice deep down the stairs, where the sofa view and path blocked.

"Exactly, Patrick. Tetris. "Soren sighed rubbing his cheek, which had just been stuck at "Now pull!" roaring back to the couch. "I have not fixed the zurückzuzerren again and try again. The corridor is not compatible with the sofa. "

" What they've probably ever get up there? "

They were both silent and breathed through.

"Couch travelers?" Asked Patrick in the silence.

"What?"

"Couch travelers. Beings who can travel on abandoned couches and sofas of people through time and space. Never heard of it? There is this .. "

" Erspar me the recapitulation of the Internet. "

you stood around and looked at the stairwell in the floating bed. Perhaps a second staircase would have to be built. Even one of these archaic thread lifts including pulley system would be an idea. Through this alley any case is no longer human. Patrick looked out the tall windows next to the stairs to the sidewalk and the street behind it extends. It was spring, even though - at least Nora - was far too cold. People trotted in small Balls of along and chattered like excited birds. He could see the half-cloudy sky, so high closed the window with a blanket.

"We could take the window," said Patrick.

"You can also just about the stupid thing about it to rise. Or look in the basement after a chainsaw. "

" No, I mean, we could throw the couch out the window. "

" Do not be ridiculous this. tell me, the corridor is seriously smaller than the window width? "

A Mars bar packaging was scared and danced with the wind, as the gray-green sofa on the sidewalk opened. There was no one around because everyone was within a hundred meters, the two idiots throwing the furniture out the heard and seen. In fact, in a few hours would be a video uploaded to YouTube, it would be fun two months later Nora delicious, so she would wake up in Patrick lousy phone quality that stimulated in striped shorts and possibly a T-shirt in her room door would be to complain that he had to get up early tomorrow. He would regret it later because it just then realized how it struck the facade so damn famous.

"You can do that thing against the wall, Søren. I've thought after all the work done. "

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night watchman

Since Patrick lived in the big city, he saw in dreams adrift fantasies before falling asleep, which he did not know before. He thought at least. The primary purpose you know that Patrick Salinger was a rare man who lacked the ability to dream completely, even if they have this insane. His imagination was such a clear (totally weird for others) samples, would that not a dream or a "foreign" association with the loose ends to tie. You should probably at this point - where we are on the truths and facts - also experienced the same, that dreamed, and other thoughts of which you have the feeling that they came from and not quite out of you itself, really come from usually from somewhere else. At least in sleepers and where the strangeness is usually sown area.

But that's another story.

If Patrick these days his head into the pillow lay, he heard the roar of a big machine. Hot metal and methamphetamines. He heard of sinking the city. Where he knew nothing more to do with the images, and consequently, for dreams and no longer considered thoughts, walked down the aisle figures. The corridor was stirring, as an ocean moves.

The night watchman took the road by Patrick Thoughts, because in this neighborhood was always a short cut. There, night watchman, was a fluttering in the wind and hot air being who was at the first sight, a great raven and a dove on closer thumb. The addition of the real sleepers tell you that it has sewn into his coat Flick a bag for every door in town. It is to retain his district before dissolving into thin air as the country enjoys doing it, where the reality is thin.

old dogs of the Basilica and the Zeitstehler from the market place at the Shepherd Street claim to have seen it with an apprentice. A small ball with feathers parrot beak and hat. Everyone wants to apprentices and successors of those days in the big city as someone that the relationships and gaps remain as they are. Patrick rolled over in her sleep on her back and beat the dogs scared the feet before the nose. But he was breathing with his mouth open as the watchman's boots on the cobblestones were scratching out the night strays had just cleared off.

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Aaargh, can not be bothered.

There are cities and roads and people that can help you if you dirty it is. Make it seem more bearable. Make a difference. Soren was not sure what all this means exactly. But he was sure to have nothing to do with (and have to do) when he stood before the door of his apartment and it felt about such things. You have to know this is not my home, even if I live here and my name under the lease is. This is a temporary measure. As my whole life.

He rattled the keys and found a few efforts that slowly leaked into his head into the metaphorical, the keyhole. On days ausknipsten which the light before it was after eight hours of dirt job again left out of his cage, he thought about his landlord yelling perhaps again. Maybe so that the lights are repaired in the hallway. Not in order to find the way to his apartment door without prejudice, but because it was a generally accepted reason to be allowed to vent on someone.

Bernadette was sitting on the floor, knees bent in a way which he perceived as immediately lovable. The initial impression was soothed by at least a little in their favor. She had cleaned up and - if he saw it right - even wet-wiped before they had sold out to his alk. He was not sure what exactly important blood vessels in his body turned over before a load test. A bottle of white rum rolled dangerously empty on the ground along where the open door had initiated it. She had the attention of the tequila after a long train, which they devoted just to sell his soul and to grin. If my sister's ability brings to light, so happy to forgive the fuck up, then it must be really totunglücklich.

Nature, or perhaps even the human life would have a strange sense of humor, if one could think of two. His sister was six feet short, a sullen smile on two legs and eyes in Søren's still a really handsome boy with breasts. One, who had decided to run around in girls clothes and with long hair. He took it not too bad. Until he finally finished by the end of nineteen placed a girl to take her home, she had pressed her tits in his face, was approached by plain and simple for him. The last mountain before the ocean, dwarf. You 'Ne long dry spell in front of you when you're not half way across the great sea begin to drink salt water.

"Oh fu -, Nada. The reason is well better, because you just empty because säufer Mareike. "

" Welcheinsimmlch lousy Siebneurotekillaiss, deurch dei pewesn ticks better non-wd " (What a pretty lousy Seven € tequila is by your perverse ticks does not improve.)

"Oh fuck you. Whatever it is, tell 'it to my door, or your mother. From outside. "He went behind the door to and threw his keys on the kitchen counter.

"You're such an asshole." Bernadette swallowed half the sentence by she began again to suck on the bottle, but he could complete it. Years of experience. Then they broke, the teeth still biting on the bottle thread into tears. "It's also nice to be back in town."

Søren said goodbye to the plan to sleep tonight and took into account to take her in his arms.

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odaa @ 2010-09-05T19: 45:00

Dear reader, you have

interested in this medium for the Stadtbuecherei, but it was awarded:

Author: Meyer, Stephenie
Title: Breaking Dawn (3)
media type: Kinder-/Jugendbuch
Scheme: 2.5 MEY was

The title at the end of the current loan period back in the house and is generally available for loan again. Please note

: The media is hereby * not * automatically reserved for you.

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