routine. Review the list of calls in case something was in the pipeline. Nothing new, except a name that kept turning in my head. By reflex I scored:
- Hello, how are you.
- This really is a surprise. I thought I hated that you had forgotten me ...
- do not believe you, probably just what you want or should you pass. But, how are you.
- Well, you know. I'm a busy woman and dedicated to their personal little world. And you? And that city impersonal? Why the surprise?
- is that yesterday I thought of you. And I suppose that the unconscious prompted me to call.
- Did you remember? Dress books! Ahh, I know, you saw a play ...
- No, but every time I see books I think what separates us. And every time I find the sign of a play I think there may be damn lucky artistilla will captivate you and stay with you. Although in truth, I prefer that to a doctor or engineer polo shirt or worse, the dodo ludópata still not given up ...
- Haha, you're little crazy. Do not lose that ability to make me laugh. Sometimes I read. But really, when you write things like intense as you say I think if it really was that bad.
- See? Never put real attention ... But in the end. No more than you expected. If you're worried about my mental health, my mensajillos evident not take them into account. Everything is written and programmed since we have not seen. Today it worked like a bot. With an autopilot. So I forget to evade a few months ...
- Geez. Hey, are you still with that girl, the mole on his shoulder and all that? Maybe just stand there ... I told you that the skin is everything.
- The skin, I see it as a broader concept of chemistry as a connection and you know what my favorite episode. And yes, I'm with her yet. But I think to stay. I lost my sense of romanticism after you. Since I do not believe in skin, heart or eyes ... Now the reverse blocking and copy your hunting theorem. I give another interpretation, though. Warmer. I think we all need a hug and we're afraid of not finding it. Why I'm here. Although I know that she is not.
- How do you know that it is the woman of your dreams?
- Because I'm talking to the woman of my dreams now by phone ...
- Loco. Hey, have not told me why you remembered me.
- Simple. Yesterday I went to do a job and the house was a giant cat. Approached and even stroked her back. I was happy. When I was released a strange meow. As if he knew that I would never ...
- Hey. That was a low blow ...
- Sorry. Then go. I guess it's our history. Both being defensive makes us convenient excuses. My pillow told me. "
- Beware, yes. And try to be happy ...
- In that I am. Trying ...