12.11.07

British Accent 2

There she was... staring at me, analysing me,
dissecting me. She was fucking mean and she knew that. Bitch.

It was a crazy nigth, it was a crazy game of poker. Damn, woman. I should be at home, but damn... there I was, an easy target for a dangerous hunter. Me, the hunter, on my knees.

I lighted a cigarette,my loyal companion of lonesome nights.

-You do know what I want - She said.
I fucking knew it.

Um comentário:

  1. Eddie!
    adorei suas palavras, elas parecem com seu jeito, pelo menos o jeito que eu imagino que seja...
    claro, foi você que escreveu...agora já conheço um pouco mais de você, né?
    bom..é isso.
    beijos Le

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