She finished her coffee, left her cigarette in the ashtray, threw her fingers across her forearms, looking into her eyes, and I want to see you every day. Every boring day I wake up in the morning. When I went to the restaurant to know that she would not be there, she said that she did not expect me to come home when I returned, and I did not want to wait quickly every afternoon.
She waited for a pain in the woman, but she felt nothing. He was already over for him, he was just waiting for the day. 'I can't help you,' he said. This isn't even your home. You can't come home. What if the kids saw you? he said the last sentence.
