1. Died long ago hit by a subject next to the printer in the office where I work. They sent him to his cross:
Every Monday is his family for the flowers, it is easy to prepare my reports of sales between moans and avesmarÃas. Mourning, family members compete to see who cries harder, as contracted. Or can they hurt themselves. I do not know. The deceased was working in office why I'm revealing almost daily sacrifice lunch hours and weekends. I want to grow within the company. The first week came many to lament the loss from last month and comes just his wife with two little girls who have the most beautiful eyes I've seen in a child without a father. It also has a cat. To my fellow cubicle they changed computers. Now I just see him back on his pantallotas and when I move my face to the left I see the river of shit and when I move to the right I see the cross of the deceased. We are organizing a special mass where his death is a month on Thursday, but that day is also my Deathline to deliver a presentation can reach honchos in Miami. I'm afraid not let me concentrate widespread whispers of prayer. The system I like it crosses each passing before the cross, saying they were waves. The coffee cup is still in the closet dead. The kitten will not accept my caresses, appears out of nowhere and goes. There is something called The Heaven of the Clerks. At least it is almost half.
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