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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.