The place: the back seat cab in which Young came.
The time: the days of almost twenty years ago when they were enamoradísimos, fascinated by his own secret love, rocking between tears and laughter that caused them so intensely. Large.
Conversation: where to live.
She was already committed and had taken steps in that direction: he fired his partner "legal" and I figured the new place next to him.
He, however, had been delaying the matter. In a flash, like having a really revealing moment, let your lips say, "I'm going to die in Maipú 747, I think." Thanks
for the part I played, "she said turning away. The creek mouth back in that gesture so typical of her. Maipú 747
was his house. Her real home. Unconsciously said: "I'm going to die in Maipú 747, I think"
took nearly twenty years. He remains in Maipú 747. He is with his family but about to move. Just a few days to go to a better, larger, modern, well decorated.
She lives nearby with new family. In these twenty years I saw only two or three times. Cruces hurried, casual, street.
He does not feel right. You know you have something that can kill you today, tomorrow or twenty years.
He is afraid of his own prophecy: "I'm going to die in Maipú 747, I think." Missing twelve days to move. The department is a mess filled with boxes and bags. He has pain in his chest and breathing difficulty when out walking to work.
hurting himself he constantly asks: Alcanzaré to move?
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