The evening promised to be nice. A small appetizer with someone I like, a few slices of salami to taste talking about everything and nothing. I simply forgot I was a little care. The fire siren was sounded its deafening roar, causing the response of my soon donkeys braying in a concert. My Non beep sounded, I was hoping that this is not "for me". The hope lasted a few minutes, but when tasting the first sip of Rivesaltes, it's the phone that made me give up the slice of sausage that I was aiming for a few seconds.
"Doctor, you must come close to printing, for a drowning! "
It has plagued the atmosphere! I put my guest at the door and I jumped in my car.
Drowning was well embedded. An elderly woman, dressed in black as a "witness" was seen floating in the canal through the village. Nobody seemed to know. It must be said that death transforms faces, made a living painting a still life faded and inexpressive.
In fact, I met this lady almost every day during his walk that passed by the cabinet, and I had even asked that morning if it was okay. "Okay, okay! "She had replied. She lived at the retirement home and seemed to be there though. A little worried about not being able to pay in a few months, but tonight she had eaten her meal normally. Then she came out in the dark with his cane and threw herself into the canal.
Why? We will never know really. Is there any reason to anyway?
End of a lifetime.
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