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by some an excerpt from "Do Not Party On A Monday" has been requested, here it is:

When he can read minds, looking at his brother and says, "Come on, you'll see your girl too!"

Internally cerium is slightly smaller. hear the kind of little brother to have pain in his heart. Suddenly, again dip the pictures of her in his head. From this beautiful girl. How much he missed it just now. How does he like it would take in the arm and would reply: 'I have my girls have it! " But she's not there.

" No," he replied in a low voice so quiet that it might not hear Billy, "my girl is already gone!"

The sound of a chair being pushed back sounds. Cer feel the warmth of his brother's very close. The boy hugged his big brother. The fallen fighter. Cer decides to return to the embrace, she imagines it is and clings very tightly to the little ones. He will never leave him. Exactly this kind of closeness he needs. These are the types of care. Attention from one of the few people who mean him up a bit, not completely bedetunglos for him. Like most. Billy dissolves very slowly out of the hug and cerium sweeps through the dark, tousled hair still of the night. Billy looks at this moment more than cerium, more mature. He is the Guardian who is watching his big brother.

" I have to go," he forms almost sound with his lips, "Good luck, brother!" My dear brother, how long Billy had not called him brother? Cer lost staring into the area. He feels a bit alone. Listens to fall into the lock and the door has to be the feeling groundless. Cer will lie down on the cold kitchen floor, only to feel anything at all. He will leave it alone. Adult humans do not do something. His hands tremble. Only slightly. Only he can blame it on his smoking addiction. A cigarette would help you. But there is no longer there. The drawer is empty. His coat pocket as well. Sometimes it's stupid if little sisters know where you keep important things in most cases. Nowhere a last cigarette. The apartment is warm. Uncomfortably warm. Thus, a heating heat. In here, he will go down even more. He must go. Urgent fresh air. Perhaps for the next cigarette, maybe even further. His head still feels heavy and cerium vows not to drink so much and especially not to smoke pot. He knows that he will break the oath probably the very next evening. So that's forever.