Viernes

Loneliness and monotony: the curse.

A hostel named Terminus.

Pero no puedo entrar la casa,” the man said, putting a bag into the backseat, dressed as if to go to a soccer match.

The stranger said, “We could go to Barcelona, but you would have to drive. Can you do that?”

Bells.

The story would be one of a kind of eternal summer, an obsession.

It would be one of escape.

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