—Hello, hello, Jose.— Jose, stop!— Specto, running to reduce the distance that isolates me from him to hold him by the shoulder. I should just ignore the aggravation in my grip on contact with her skin which is in a real sense on fire.With Jorge's help, I figure out how to make the disgusting dog go away, even though it's only a couple of steps. Jose growls, thunders even and tries to return to the entrance of the enclosure. Roman and Justo come to help, however only the former figure out how to keep their hold on the cop as he discards the fabrication when he hears him scream in torment due to the copies within his grasp.Jorge, Roman, and I wrestle with Jose, who thunders through his teeth and somehow figures out how to propel three stages into the compound before we can stop him in place."We need to accomplish something," Jorge strikes out with a frown."On the count of three," I say, nodding my head toward the license, the two blondes nodding in understanding. One two...“Three!

The man sits tight for me in the patio, when I stop before him neither of us says anything, I only receive a movement with which I understand that I must follow him. Aside from the light from a light in the living room, the rest of the house is, by all accounts, dim.My heart skips a heartbeat when I realize we're strolling toward the hallway where I saw the old man and the guy with the wavy hair, my heart pounding dramatically as I arrive I see a doorway-sized opening in the divider. With a signal, the gentleman asks me to enter.I take a dry time before intersecting with the opposite side of the opening, feeling an abrupt part of the ordinary being overpowered the moment I'm inside the unfilled room. I inhale deeply, a lot of structures in my throat. I take a couple of steps as my eyes scan every corner, I've been here before, I feel it in my bones.—You realized that he was here, right? — the man asks me consciously, I sit down a little next to which I suddenly change direction to

The pair of trackers clapped on either side of the otherworldly mother of three, hanging tensely tight for their decision.Melissa pulled off the dirty job, which involved putting her hand (wrapped in a medical glove) into the half-gnawing mind of the late Ghost Rider, looking for something she knew she wouldn't find.“It's not there.” “Your pineal organ isn't there,” he announced, removing his hand from the top of the vile-looking fellow and removing the glove to dispose of it."Don't take a look," Victoria murmured, shocked and dazed."Assuming what Mac said is valid, ghost riders get lost, twisted spirits and strayed into something not quite the same as they used to be," the tracker maintained, his brow furrowed. For what reason would someone need to use their pineal organs then, at that time?"Besides, why would anyone take theirs?" Melissa asked.Before that day, those murders were at that time rare, just as rare, but currently the word — odd was not to the point of portraying th

demise of the apparition rider they had received last night, how Mr. Douglas severed his skull (and most likely took his pineal organ as well) and I takeHis whip, while the young men recovered from the consumptions in their hands and Jose fled the area while leaving his daze. Obviously Justo was hit, something that makes both the coyote and me smile.Once again, when I appeared on our target, my internal argument haunts me for having collected, for using my boots, especially since now in the light I can see that last night's trip did some damage to the softened red cowhide. . Roman ridicules me when he realizes they're only a ten minute walk away and I'm exhausted, noting that even Linda doesn't wear heels."Shut your mouth on the off chance you don't need me to hit you with a tree," I reply, doing my best to sound undermining. It doesn't work as he laughs.“Try not to pay attention to him,” Linda murmurs. Be that as it may, assuming you offer anything on the matter once more, I give

I wanted to know what the hell is going on between us.Fabiana shook her head. "We made it so hard." She says."What?" Armando doesn't know what he means.“We lied to each other,” he explains, feeling the words slip out of his mouth. "We lied to our friends, we weren't good for each other." Fabiana's eyes filled with water."So what do we do?" Armando asks and Fabiana shrugs. Armando scoffs and sits on his bed. I didn't want things to end. Especially not in this way, on these terms. But if necessary. They have to. "So we're done?" Armando has a question.-But I can not-. Fabian fights. "Don't you understand that?""You seemed very happy to wrap things up last Saturday."ay.— Armando reminds him. -Remember? Do you love Charlie?-Ash--—Do you share everything with him?— Armando remains standing, but he doesn't come any closer to Fabiana. “First kiss, first time drinking, oh, and what was the other thing again?” Armando says sarcastically. "Oh yes, he was the one you lost your virginity