Monday, March 3, 2014

126
Continuation of short stories
Of anger that I'm late for work and can get out of troubles - for drunkard this, I went into the corridor. I approached alkagoliki, grabbed his clothes on his chest, and dragged as! He flew out out of my apartment, as a cork from a bottle. He collapsed on a neighbor's doorstep .......
continued short stories tomorrow ....

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