istido, nor is there any Brian Kinney on all U.S. "Emmet said again in his head. Stephen let out the smoke from his mouth through what was more a sigh of impotence. Again, the light at the end of the tunnel was turned off. However, there had been sitting at the dinner table for a while trying not to give up and think how likely it was to "invent" a name in a hypnosis session, and precisely none of the three hundred million U.S. citizens have that name and surname. At least this situation was suspicious, but who was, if you really hab & iacdash; It's nothing, and I have not broken anything - was quick to reply to see the look on his mother.
- a miracle - added Ben, who was watching from the doorway, with a comment that looked more like a reproach - Debbie, was to do a little Coffee for me, you want some?
- Yes, thanks. And forgive me for entering these forms at home - said Debbie.
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- I see him tense, what happens?
- is angry with me because I will not report - said Michael.
- Why the hell not gonna do that?
- Mama, you know - Michael whispered. CHTML
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- What do they know? Who? - Debbie asked, puzzled.
- You know who they. Know what to Somerset.
Debbie's smile disappeared becoming rigid like a stone.
- Are you absolutely sure they are? For a long time ...
- I said, you pagand called conscience. Judges us and does not absolve us ever.
Debbie slipped her hand over the sheet until you take your child's trying to comfort him. He sighed and squeezed hard.
- You do not deserve this punishment. It ...
- Unfair? - Michael interrupted him - there are no punishments, only consequences.
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Stephen walked with his head down looking at the way the tile grid while the very thought of always hammering his head. Wherever you looked, with whom he crossed, with whom I saw speak stories. And like all stories are divided into three parts: introduction, middle and end. For those three parties were often birth, life and death. I could see them as if they were books, where the years are counted by the leaves and the memories ofparagraphs. The report was the ink and covering the body. He thought that if three parties are living, what was it? His book was maimed. Had missed the first half and second half. He tried in vain to remember his childhood, but discovered something I already knew from the beginning, you can not flip through the pages of a book without pages. The question was why they were not or quiény why he had started.
- Stephen?
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looked up and saw Justin standing at the door of the clinic. Without realizing it, absorbed in thought, had long passed the entrance to the query.
- What is it? - Justin asked, frowning. However, Stephen decided to say nothing as usual, gave her a kiss on the lips - it'll be okay. I've dreamed of.
- Dreams do not guarantee anything. There are castles in the air & amp; mdash; said Stephen.
- If you build castles in the air, do not waste time, are where they should be. Now is when you build a foundation under it.
- A house is not started on the roof.
- No intention, no home directory.
Stephen stared at him in surprise, but so willrprendió the feeling of being lucky in abject misery. I took her hand and kissed her again.
Stephen Within minutes I was back lying on the couch. Before closing his eyes turned her head to see Justin. He smiled at him slightly.
- Stephen, ready? - David said.
- S & mdash; I'm in my office. I'm in Kinnetic.
- Kinnetic? What is that?
- My company advertising.
- Where you have an advertising company?
- In Pittsburgh.
- What? - Daphne asked startled dese, l went to greet her mother. This at first was not taken very well to leave him alone, but eventually agreed. However, the idea Justin was not going to stay with his mother, but go to the library.
took the car to go. It began to rain. On the way passed through Liberty Avenue. Stopped at a red light and watched the street. Extrañoy notorious neighborhood. Before it was the gay neighborhood, but had ended up being a violent neighborhood. There was even a year where aFire nearly destroys it completely. A real wave of violence. Many of the surrounding houses looked new, but was set at a low building with two floors. Was in shambles: broken glass, rusty windows, full of graffiti ... it might be the result of this disastrous fire. He thought he saw that the door was a large K, but a heavy rain began to fall and the windshield was not sufficient ... The sound of car horns behind him warned him that the lights had , has changed to green.
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Fortunately, he left the car near the library because he was without an umbrella. Upon entering the smell came together book almost inaudible whispers constant both liked.
- Can you tell me where is the archive? - Justin asked the librarian of the entry.
- First floor, down the hall to the right.
& nbsp; He hoped that local newspapers come out the name of the company, whether by some news or an announcement of work. He sat on one computer at the back of the room, close the window. He began trying to search for Brian Kinney, but had no result. Brian Kinney and Kinnetic tested, but neither. He began to try everything possible: Kinnetic and Stephen, Stephen, Kinnetic, Mikey ... However, he found nothing at all. Decided to leave the computer and start browsing newspapers, but realized that numbers were not very old. Snorted closing the newspaper hadto the hands because his patience was beginning to tire. Suddenly he looked at the cover and realized. The newspapers never give the name but the initials. He left the newspaper on the table and returned the computer to try their luck. Introduced into the search box: BK and Kinnetic. And to his surprise he found a local press cutting, just a seven-line paragraph with a photo. A totally unknown newspaper, News
Pitts. Eagerly began to read the headline. Gradually, his eyes were opened because of the darker and more unexpected news. Line l &; Iacute; line, I felt a chill from head to toe. Began to shake her head, could not be. It was impossible. Stephen left in the photo trying to cover their face with a jacket while two officers went into the police car. He read the title, but this time quietly trying to assimilate.
- BK, Kinnetic owner, accused of murdering his wife.
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