Fluffy Stools With Undigested Food

Track 11 - Please

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The guy gets on the bus, carrying an envelope, wrapped in brown cardboard stopped by a string. The boy is young, blond hair cut short and a sparse beard, and the typical reddish color of those who are too casual with ultraviolet rays. Worn jeans, a jacket just got better and put a pair of sneakers. This is a guy like many, but the way in which the handle housing, the feeling that something precious to him, would attract the attention of a slightly less casual observer of sleepy commuters who crowd the bus. Keiko's gaze comes to rest him, move elsewhere, then come back on the boy. There is something fascinating about him, something that goes beyond the generally pleasing appearance. He wonders what's enclosure, it is important for the boy. A woman of Indian origin, perhaps Pakistan, very obese, the occluding the view, but when the field of view is free, Keiko realizes that the boy is staring. He has gray eyes, thin eyebrows that stressed form an acute angle, rather than arched. A fine network of lines extends from around the eyes, giving an air of wisdom as a boy in his early twenties, the same wrinkles around the mouth just mentioned, suggesting the shadow of a smile passed.
an annoying sound, a melody trivial yet distracting from the morbidly obsessive boyfriend. Almost with a gesture of annoyance, Keiko slips into the pocket is sewn into the sleeve of his coat and pulls out the phone phUV.
"Hello."
and her friend Jessie B, which once again speaks to the Gehenna of the evening, his voice breaking with emotion unchanged and unchanging, despite the past two days and thirty calls. Keiko also shares that emotion, but not at this time. Still feel the eyes upon the boy, although he did not dare to turn around to face him. Do you feel stupid, and even a bit 'scared. While the voice sounds shrill ear to the friend, Keiko questions about what he's trying, pretending to follow the conversation from time to time by issuing a phoneme without special significance.
The sound of an approaching siren begins to drown the roar of the engine and the hum of voices on the bus, and passengers, curiosity, reaching out to the windows to look for the source. Keiko, who meanwhile has hung up and the corner of my eye has started to look at the boy, realizes that he - more than her, of course - is the only one that has not distracted by the siren, but rather is more focused on what it carries.
a new curiosity about the capacity of the overlooks in the mind of the girl, and is the last thing he feels, before the bus explosion disintegrates and all that is within 30 meters, including ' Rookies thrown into an unnecessary and suicidal pursuit.