you like a boy. In case the bookshelf in the corner. Vas, asked for a book. The next day, I bought a book. The next, you order a book. One day, you grab it alone, without other staff in sight, you begin to wonder what he likes and why, if U.S., that if Russian, that if Latin America, that what wave, and to me that, yes, but also that. And come out of there with nothing clear. Staring you, sustains you look in the eyes, even bumping into some furniture, like you, you run into them all, but .... What if just doing their job with a good client?
At home, day and night, plots the next dialogue, the next act, prepare the pen to record your phone, a piece of paper, testing. Paths to the bookstore, you get to the door, the ritual is always peep from the window, which make you look at the news, and raise some eyes, to see if it is, see if you are on another. Log in, oh, I forgot what you had recommended, do you still, is it expensive?. No, ah, well, then yes I'll take it. If you recommended it to me .... Another book, another, but this time, as he'll recommended you to read the comment farts to go. Within two days, with homework done, you go and not think of anything more to say thanks for the recommendation and there remains the talk. And so the days pass, weeks, and do not you dare, you can not bring yourself to anything, and if I refused, and if someone listens to me. And while your library is populated, the anxiety grows. What will be the outcome? This loop of books and timid is repeated ad infinitum.
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