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I wondered what we eat as well. What happens then this happens to our food that we can often work miracles, even the small ones. Is it only this function, in order to survive, not to starve to life?



Folk wisdom does not lie: the hope is dead last. Threw herself once or twice on dry pavement, then chlup - to the pool. She was wearing, and how, falsely green bathing suit. It was the last thing I remember - bottle streak of drops of fresh air and spray my face. A gentle rain, it looked a little like I was crying. Some.

Normally, that is, until now, the hopes raised in the city, only in t-shircie with the inscription "Fuck everything" and trousers bojówkach, whose deep pockets concealed her great indecision and desire so weak that it sufficed to convince the mosquito that drunk some of the blood grubasowi zajadającemu hamburger at a street booth. Fat man wearing a militia, which is a rather important observation - not everything dressed in cargo pants, is hope. Weighing in over one hundred and thirty kilograms man certainly hope not, because I like the hope of what? That the staggered disc onions hanging from the edge of the rolls did not fall on the sidewalkDodge Wallpaper?

When cutting onions tear that spun me in the eye and had less luck than the word then in the hands of vegetable fat man. Indeed, flowed slowly down his cheek and inexorably reach the mouth. Licked. This is a way to avoid abuse of salt, so its internal circuit. What about the eyes, the mouth is. Immediately I remembered the hope and even more so it started to look out the windows of fast food. Still not approaching, even though I made that day more than a hundred hamburgers. I thought that it is impossible. Usually not told you waiting longer than a dozen obliźnięć. This time I had in my mouth full of salt. I am not surprised that the doctors before her respect, it appears that it is there in the middle of hell. I wanted to say hope as soon as possible, but the more I wanted, the more it there in the crowd, it was not. Onion with a meal, fat man finally fell to the sidewalk.

We were disappointed. Both. He - he was very fond of this vegetable, I - I knew that something was ended at this point. Everything is a symbol, it means everything. And when the white slice as if in slow motion inexorably approaching the board sidewalk when rozdwajał and roztrajał, showing the interior of their predictable, when he lost height and finally struck cichuteńkim "slap" right next to the shoe man - I have had no doubts: she went . Fatty ordered another burger.