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Paulina is in danger. At least I have said over the phone. Just what he said and hung up. I can not stand over these outbursts of Paulina, I understand that when I say I'm always willing to save, I mean ALWAYS, in particular any smallness that she comes to mind. I'm his hero, his Superman pocket, his trusted friend. Damn, nothing but your trusted friend. Actually I do not know what brings me Paulina. My mother asked me this morning at breakfast: Paulina What brings you? I did not know what to say. It is shameful that even she perceived that Pauline has overwhelmed me, seduced to the dark side (but the force is with you, I say). Anyway, I go to meet him without delay, thinking more to arrive soon in the course endangerment. If I take my time, could get angry. Last time I clocked in 6 minutes 22 seconds, and reproached me if it was a heart attack and would Kurt Cobain and accompanying Cantinflas. III
Paulina arrived home in just over 5 minutes, leave the bike in the front yard and knocked on his door. Nobody answers. I repeat two more times before starting to worry. Pick up a pebble from the ground and pointed at the window of his room on the second floor. Nothing happens. What the hell happens, I wonder? Irritated. Maybe it plays Paulina play dead or unconscious. But if you really at risk? Probably blame me for not doing anything and go from hero to coward, or worse, to blame. For my own safety I repeat: "Paulina is in danger." I remember the image of the pool and I think that made me responsible to save her and that henceforth is possible that my life consists in that, in save time and again. I look to the garage and see that the door is ajar. I approached and entered. Shout: Paulina'm here! Nobody answers. A chill comes to me: what if a robber has entered? You may be muzzled and that does not answer my call. Get up a broom and a way, quietly, through the kitchen. I try to imagine what I will find, what I do, and what will become of me if things go wrong. I hear someone sobbing. I leave the kitchen and see Paul lying on the living room couch, wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower. - Will I always have to wait so long? "He says.
apologize but I decide I think it's useless. I say,
"I'm here. Are you okay?
"If I was a murderer who came for me, and I had been stabbed the girl as Psycho. Do not you realize that being a hero is not a game?
I sit in a chair away from her. I think it would be wonderful parade around the room and let down his towel, but I said I'll have to wait for the next holiday to see her naked. As a reward.
"But how did you get in the house? "I asked.
"The garage door was open. "I say.
Something sounds. Paulina looks at me with concern and jumps the couch, confused. I grabbed hard on the broomstick.
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