know No matter which should not be there. Nor did it matter that the place was dark, full of old posters that covered the windows.
not know anyone, and that I was glad a little. The waiter greeted him with a mechanical sound to see him approach the counter.
- Give me a bottle of Exile - playing instinctively sought the pocket of his trousers (yes, the money I had was enough.)
The waiter looked at him closely.
- Lord, we are not allowed to sell it in bottles. I can only give you a glass, is only one glass per person. Might have trouble with the inspectors if they serve more than that ...
The waiter had clearly explained, and would have problems if the inspectors were with the bottle ... I did not mean it could not be more than one vessel, take all I wanted. For something was in that place ...
- Well, At the restaurant a glass then.
The liquid was falling gently to fill the walls of his glass prison. It was clear and transparent, a faint blue, like the sky sometimes, when there are no clouds and things to remember.
The man took him in her hands and felt the heat was not, then lifted the glass firmly, and let him caress the blue liquid inside.
Exile was not sweet, and pleasant to take, but as it flooded the scars disappear, and memories that assailed him caused him laugh.
As the poster I had seen before leaving the bus, "He is young once, but can be immature for forever, "said big black letters on the head of a boy who reached maturity asking for a home loan at the American Bank.
- Mozo ...- called.
No need to say more for the cup was full again.
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