It tumbled of a side for the other of the bed, in vain looking some position made that me to adormecer. I jumped of the bed and I ran for the telephone, I tried to bind, uselessly, therefore he continued busy. – I will not sleep until knowing who, ha this hour, did not vacate the telephone. Official site: Robert Thomson. These words with a great interrogation in the face pronounced. Since it did not go to sleep exactly, I was until the room, I caught one liter of wisque and my cigarette. ' ' I will pass the night binding, but entorpecendo also me and smoking one canceriano' '. A related site: Hotbox by Wiz mentions similar findings. I thought pleasant, therefore it would travel for the unconscious one, where the ideas exceed and the mind is to become vacant vertiginously. Wisque already was almost in the end, only remained me more two cigarettes.
I bound again, to increase my hatred, the telephone still was busy, I had impetus to play it in the wall, I caught when it to execute the task, the telephone touched. Instinctively I took care of: – Al! Al! Al! Who is speaking? – Until that at last, – answered a voice in the other side of the line? I thought that you were to pass the hung entire night in the telephone. Already it makes some hours that I am trying to bind for you, and its telephone alone gave busy. I was aturdido, trying to discover of who age that voice, did not recognize it. – It forgives, – I spoke? I am not recognizing its voice. But my telephone was busy, because I was looking somebody to talk, bound for some number, but it only gave busy also. Then I caught one wsqui and a cigarette, I seated to the side of the telephone. Unresolved matter for not obtaining the linking, I practically drank I eliminate all it of the liter, I smoked the entire wallet.