TWO BOHEMIAN (LXI)
Needless to add that was not in a sarcophagus, but in a trunk car, that of O'Brete, to be precise. And I'd open myself, kicking, something that made me feel very strong but had to be because the car was pretty shattered, so the host and the ravine.
addition to my battered person (I hurt all the human body) there were also other three guys in suits and gagged, which, in my most stunning, I recalled some words of immense José María García, those which state Lorenzo Sanz, the former president of Madrid, was the kind of guys who have the office in the trunk of the car. Well O'Brete same.
That was a murky matter, dark gentucero, and if I could stay any doubt despejármela came to blacks, which in addition to scream things in their language, there from the heights, which increasingly less so, "also began firing their guns in my direction, as if we were in a fair and I were the pilot puppy.
I left the trunk, of course. And in doing so, I realized one thing: only twenty meters, began the urbanization of villas Charo, the friend of my wife, that had taken refuge where my family and the O'Brete. So there was only one option: to get away from there in a hurry and make the bait, distancing as possible to my loved ones three brown gunned threatened me.
Guess what I did. For
run to the house of Charles, of course.
Meanwhile, make cuts to black sleeves. Zechariah
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