Text / Italy - Italo Calvino
I stopped looking at them.
they work at night, in a rare street, the store's door on the hands and feet.
This is a very heavy door: they are using an iron bolt when the lever,
bose headphones, but the door is motionless.
I was hanging around being a person,
Monster Headphones, nothing special places to go. I grasped the latch to help them. They moved a point where to me.
We are not at the same time hard. I called: crazy,
monster beats! you want to call them to hear it?
I shook my head, as if to say I was only a slip of the tongue.
this thing had gone through quite a bit of our time, we all sweaty, but in the end we support the door a man enough to go below the height of the drilling. We look at each other very happy. and then We went in, they let me carrying a pocket, something other people to take over a bag.
. I listened carefully, a little scared.
I shook my head.
then they sent me out for a while,
Dre Beats Headphones, walked around the corner, no one came to see. I went.
outside, in the corner, and another group of people leaning on the wall, the body hidden in the porch and slowly moved over toward me.
I joined into it.
I looked at the probe.
'If we can unknowingly surrounded them,' another said,
our fits and starts to move,
Monster Beats Headphones, on tiptoe, breath, and every few seconds,
monster pro headphones, we have to exchange with bright eyes.
. > They sent me to the front to see. I went back to the store.
thrown over his shoulder.
Our lips are hanging winner smile.
; we band of idiots fooled again! proceed. In addition to those who entered the back room, did not see us and turned away. we go out, escape like crazy. behind. I found myself mixed in with the pursuit of their ranks.
; all the people on that narrow alleys in the running, chasing them. fast, they run as friends. out of them. . They were not getting very far. , his hands in his pockets, started to walk, a person, nothing special going.