The question I ask you, Eleanor: Where I go now? I pitched money, I stole a lot of money actually, and then I broke my partner's mouth. I did all that to go to Bora Bora and get used to suck. But between me and Bora-Bora stand whores of troublemakers, that's why I rang you and compels me to, I need to cross roads. I need a set of ideas and proposals which I would like patience mutt face of the latch and a few floors. We must postpone my ideal pain to know the uniform and the rigor of indictments. How do we flee?
I thought to travel light, and sleep in burrows like to cross borders on foot. I thought of unlikely corners where one imagines the life I thought a word Narbonne, Narbonne or Estonia, who would find me there? Who for one reason quelquonque, would go to Narbonne with ideas, I mean a coherent thought? Eleanor, it is Estonia's stash them? There are planes to the islands in Estonia? Tell me, if I draw at Narbonne in Estonia and direction Bora Bora, would I not already paid a certain debt to society?
You also broke the jaws of my patient, "notes Eleanor. You're in a hurry, but I do not understand why. I have trouble you imagine improvising anything.
True, Eric sighs. Everything was so good. Bora Bora, the pipe, the money to get there, and justice run, it was really soothing. And then leaving, I told myself, but you know how it is, we always want to do more, in short, I told myself, better than me sucking in Bora Bora, I could get sucked in by Sophie Bora-Bora. I'm here for. Sophie. I took him.
But no, Eric. Sophie is betrothed. With a guy picked it up a bit. But fiancee. Eric. You'll smash your face to the world?
is the problem. Eleanor is the whole problem.
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