He collapsed on the floor today was not a good day, a growing headache pounding his temples, ran a hand through his hair by drawing to atrásy thought he was going to do, felt closure of the throat and chest, and fought back tears, could be stronger than that, so I got up and dusted off the clothes, took a deep breath and managed to get out, walked aimlessly for a while until I picked up the phone and looked for someone to call, to pick up the phone and rudely talked rough with phrases like & ldquo; we can have some fun but do not need you, I can have fun without you, is not binding "on a dry edge, he felt well, was no other way to say it believed in the ability that if he wanted one thing should be able to pick it up and point, marched through the streets to find something to read something interesting that you clear your mind a while and found it, with that the rest of the afternoon deserved something more worthwhile, or at least removing unexpected calls that made him think he could have left the phone at home next time, everything could have been much better, I will make chocolate & orange
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