fool your soul to the pure air, food preservative, the removal of noise, avalanches of people and the ruthless attacks of stupid conversations. All he needed was the company of a dog.
Unfortunately, the good did not last long, and Sunday night, was heading back to his home, to listen, involuntarily, lives its neighbors through the flimsy walls as the clock moved toward a new dawn ineroxablemente. Another bloody day, undifferentiated from each other and forming a sea of ennui.
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