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short story continued
He fell and hit his head on the concrete threshold of my neighbor. I did not have more time to deal with it and running down to work. All day I thought I arrive here to work, and there are already waiting for me with handcuffs. I arrived home from work, I go to the porch. Silence. Climb stairs. No one.
A spoil my night and day alcoholic still crowed more than 20 years before heading up .......

short story is over ..... tomorrow will be another ..