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.
Eddie!
ResponderExcluiradorei 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