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The Futureheads, "Carnival Kids"
bedtime! The marmocchietta laughing, happy and exhausted. What a wonderful feeling, to see her smile like that ... In fact Karl seemed very reluctant to even let him sleep another night in that dump, but Kim was adamant: do the longest stride of the leg would not have benefited neither. It was necessary to spend some time together, which is known as normal people and not as a single mother sfigatissima superhero and his staff. The pride she would not allow anything less. However, for sure: the two was definitely him to make the best choice, exposing themselves and risk. She had waived the risk two years ago, when seeing a creature reflected in size doll he had brought to significantly revise its priorities. But today I had to learn new ...
agreeing to be taken out for a whole day with little to do with Kylie mascot, Kim had imagined that the relationship with this strange and stubborn blonde enterprising could be expected to take off to unexpected shores. But he did not know how long it had not happened to laugh so. As for the puppy, it was almost gone into a trance in front of all those rides and colorful balloons ... What a ridiculous idea, the amusement park. That idea of hell. What a lovely idea!
She had even kissed. God, what an idiot. It looked like a girl at first crush ... With children, but it's a detail! An adorable detail that had formed between her arm quell'orsacchiotto brand with such joy that ... Karl was compensated to some extent. Without overdoing it, of course. The idea fell on her neck was hard to hold, but Kim could proudly say, have succeeded in ... For the time being.
He saw the scene of ice cream in mind, with the little guy who was sleeping happily in the stroller and the air exhausted to couple proven that she and Karl had taken the eyes of passers-by had inevitably triggered a deadly something between you and that boy bulldog sticky.
But rather than puffing angrily, where Kim looked back at the meeting of their lips sweet teen came from the melt into butter and honey. What a magical place was that? The mica had drugged the cup with berries? He laughed to himself at the thought.
'Do all this is not just a dream, "he prayed. Then he prepared to sleep serene, with the new plush Kylie in her arms at her side and spotted an ad promising the newspaper: "Wanted Waitress." Searching second chance. Searching a crumb of happiness.
***
With my heart in my throat, not even knowing who was at knocking, Rain came down the stairs skipping steps two at the entrance and rushed as it was, with only pajama bottoms and distorted expression. He flung open the door as if it were a matter of life or death, and actually found himself in front of their own: Grace this had become for him. The life and death, obsession and the Renaissance, the painful present and the future coveted. And now he had made at home. What was a joke in bad taste? He could not even control himself, he ended up ruining everything ...
Rain fell silent, watching her blush in front of his little outfit. He stepped aside to let it pass without mentioning any way to apologize or dressing. None of them spoke, in fact. The dialogue was silent and for this most disconcerting. He waited impatiently for her posasse contained on rickety kitchen table of the tasty treats that he brought with him - who knows why, but at the time was not interested at all to try one.
He caught behind without touching it, and saw distinctly cringe in expectation and anticipation, narrowing eyes. Grace turned her head up. Rain gave her a few seconds of time to read the back of their eyes feral and in the worst storm best of intentions, so that, if she wanted to escape, he could again reach the exit door of the house and that heart patient . But Grace argued the hungry look about him. As long as he could, at least.
Rain barely had time to notice that she seemed to have become even more beautiful in his honor, the cast-off outfits home and embraced his love of life, which he found himself glued to the lips of angels with the urgency of someone who has pursued his zahir for centuries and now he finds it in his hands.
He lifted her arms, striving to eat in a hurry squalid the treasure that had been burning delivered with love, and headed for the stairs, clutching the precious to him as well to never remove more.
***
While waiting for the misunderstanding that guy at the reception had finished serving a customer and give them the keys of any of the rooms at the seedy motel on the highway, and Vivica Claude told the heartbeat speed up frantically, though for different reasons. She felt, after having reached such a point of no return, that he had embarked on an adventure from which nothing could could actually pull it off. The drunk with happiness for the present and the future uncertain terror for the dancing in Live exchanging masks. Staring at him anxious, hopeful, loving. But he remembered the tales of obsessive Aster Sinti on the traditions that were the basis of its own history. A pounding on all the front. As soon as he had been alone he would speak with him live, or his conscience would not have peace. How beautiful. What was exaggerated, perfectly beautiful, she thought feeling her gaze upon him and not daring to counter it. If only ...
Aster was virtually alone in the field when that giant of rudeness was arrived shouting. Malcolm LaMar, strong of its money and little else, is crying out for his daughter. "Where is he? Where have you hidden criminals? ". Emerald and Balthazar had left shortly before in the direction of the nearby church, with the intention to inform the possibility of celebrating a wedding at the church for them to all intents and purposes were non-sectarian: the town hall would have demanded too many cards, and not to wait if they talked. Moon had resurfaced briefly before returning to the fold by James, prey to an irresistible magnet-effect. Jewel Sammy was still probably dealing with a sumptuous lunch prepared by the guilt of the Donovan family. Claude, finally ... It was not at the camp, he felt distinctly Aster.
Only Nyx said shield elderly householder while the alien invasive kicked their stuff, disregarding the most basic rules of respect and civility. "I'm not here anymore. The boys are not looking here, "it froze Aster. "It can also mess up the whole field, for that matter, but do not expect him to leave without calling for help. Ask instead why the situation of his family arrived at this point. "
Meanwhile, looking around with a bit of discomfort in room 8 of Canyon Lodge, Vivica and Claude deposited on the ground the poor baggage that had managed to bring. "I'm sorry as hell ... It was not so I wanted to end. I would have stayed at the camp with you for a million years, "said I, with tears in her throat.
"Hey, what are you doing? I cry now? Do not you dare, eh? To get lower than that just to dig! "Joked the boy brushing his face. Then, since no sign of Vivi the helpless to stop sobbing, he decided that this was the time (although not the place) is most suited to take on the speech shortly before leaving in the middle.
He sat on the bed, then pulled her close to him with infinite tenderness and care. He could threaten to ruin everything, now that he had remembered everything.
"Come, wrens, let's get comfortable, I'll tell you a story. Aster will be the repeated millions of times to me and my sisters started ...", Claude. "You know, we are not gypsies hundred percent. We are a mixture of genetic crosses that have been going on for centuries. The result is the adorable little face that stands before you. " A chuckle in the shadows: "Ah, that's why you're so cute ...", murmured Vivica voice low enough not to blush but loud enough to perceive him.
They laughed together, as she crouched next to better his personal hero. "So who knows what wonderful six DNA checked to you, little fairy," he said, slyly. Then, after having torn a new smile, continued: "So here we are also a lot of habits rather ... weird, here's a little 'a bit bohemian' rom. Aster has continuously shuttling between the old and the new world, but there has always taught the traditions from which we come. "
Claude swallowed, sitting up. It was time. "We know that there is a specific practice related to the fi ... engagement? "he stammered.
Vivica jumped literally on the spot, turning to look at shooting. You are too kind. Among them there was not yet even a kiss! "Here," he continued, without having the courage to look at her face, "really what we did and I these days is just the typical courtship, complete with a drain in secret. Although in reality, well ... according to the custom and Sinti Harvati, at this point and I'd already here ...", and Claude held his breath, embarrassed, "... well, let's say, a husband and wife. We would be husband and wife. There, I said. This is the ... nuptial flight of young people. Naslinppeng , it's called. I swear. "
Then he lay down blankly, waiting for a laugh or a scream of terror to inform it. .. stay alive for Vivi. Instead, nothing. He dared not look at it. The next stenderglisi heard in silence. She did not utter a word until that point - not for fear of what he was trying to say, really, but for fear that, if he had stopped, Claude would no longer continue. She looked sideways at him with starry eyes, drunk on fairy tales. "But not to be followed to the letter, 'is history, eh!", He ran for cover, which still could not look her in the face for more than a few seconds. "In fact, according to some versions, at this point I should also get a kind of serenade ... Oh well, at the limit we get to sing Kiss of Dawn with the iPod headphones, as I know, "also managed to defuse Claude, as he let go along with a liberating laughter.
They hugged each other close, again without looking, but now the humor and the unconscious had butterflies in the stomach infected them both. "Families should include hold them again, to return and hold a banner space - even if your father is more likely that we will break your bones ... - And marriage, which would be the romadinipèn , it would become valid in all respects. " Only then Vivi finally interrupted him. "But so far these stories were ever you go not even to the antechamber of the brain, right?", The girl tried to argue, with a shiver of excitement down the spine.
"This you say so. Heck, I think from the moment you are plunged into the middle of the field that night, "said Claude, finally yielding to the impulse of inginocchiarlesi front.
