Azael
Where I would only be in the company of my twelve cats and my television full of soap operas and telemarkets.
Ok, Lailah, calm down, you're exaggerating.
In this, I see that a motorcycle parks on the sidewalk a little behind me and a very tall boy gets off it, without a helmet.
God, it can't be. I can't have such bad luck.
I start to walk faster but I hear her hoarse, bitter laugh behind me.
-Don't run, you won't escape. -I stop short and curse all my ancestors and the universe for treating me so badly. But what have I done?
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