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| In these 16 steps, I have been awarded the title of "the most polite drunk". In fact, it is very simple to accept the fact of drunkenness as a fact. No "buts" no "buts" no "just" nothing "nothing. Drunk is drunk. In this way, I was able to become the most polite drunk, the first white-headed bird to get up, and the last van to cross the iron bridge. 567…… Step 8 Stop, open your eyes, and take a deep breath. A little tinnitus, like the sea breeze through the rusty barbed wire. So I haven't seen the sea for a long time. July 24, 6.30 a.m. The ideal season to see the sea, the ideal time, the beach has not been polluted by anyone. Only the claw marks of seabirds, like needles blown down by the wind,Narrow aisle rack, are scattered at the water's edge. Sea? I started again. Forget the sea, that thing has long disappeared in the past. Step 16 Stand and open your eyes to see that you are standing in front of the spherical door handle as usual. Take out two days of newspapers and two letters from the mailbox and put them under your arms. Then he took the key out of his labyrinthine pocket, held it in his hand, and pressed his forehead against the cold iron door. Moments later, there seemed to be a "click" behind the ear. The body is like cotton full of alcohol, only the consciousness is more authentic. That's all! Open the door a third,long span shelving, slide into the body, and close the door. There was silence inside the door, excessive silence. Later, I found a pair of red women's shoes without straps and buckles under my feet. The shoes were familiar, sandwiched between muddy tennis shoes and cheap beach slippers, looking like old-fashioned Christmas presents, with tiny dust silences floating on them. She was lying on the kitchen table with her arms on her forehead and her black hair covering her side face. A sunless white neck gleamed through her hair. The shoulder mouth of the printed dress without impression faintly flashed the thin suspenders of the bra. I took off my coat, black tie and watch. She didn't move at all this time. Her back reminds me of the past, of what happened before I saw her. Hello I said hello, heavy duty warehouse rack ,Steel racking system, but it didn't sound like my own voice at all, as if it had been specially transported from far away. As expected, there was no response. It looked as if she were sleeping, weeping, and dead. I sat across the table, my fingertips pressed against my eyes, and the bright sunlight parted the table. I am in the light, she is in the shadow, the shadow has no color. There is a pot of withered geraniums on the table. Someone sprinkled water on the road outside the window. The asphalt pavement sounded with the sound of sprinkling and the smell of sprinkling. No coffee or anything? Still no response. After confirming that there was no response, I got up and went into the kitchen to grind enough coffee beans for two people to drink and turn on the transistor radio. After grinding the beans, I found that I actually wanted to drink iced black tea. I always think of many things one after another. The radio played one harmless pop song after another, perfectly suited to the morning. Listening to songs like this, I feel like the world hasn't changed in 10 years. It's just that the singer and the name of the song are different, and I'm 10 years older. When the kettle is ready, I'll turn off the gas. Wait 30 seconds and pour the water over the coffee grounds. The powder sucked into the hot water and began to expand slowly. At this time, the warm fragrance began to ripple in the room, and several cicadas outside began to sing. Came here last night? I asked with a kettle in my hand. Her hair rocked a little up and down on the table. Waiting for me? She didn't answer. The steam from the kettle and the strong sunlight made the room stuffy. I closed the window above the sink, turned on the air conditioner, and put two coffee cups on the table. Drink! I say. The voice changed back to its own voice. Have a drink. After a full 30 seconds, she raised her face from the table with a slow and balanced movement and stared at the withered potted plants wistfully. A few fine hairs clung to her wet cheeks, and the slight moisture drifted around her like Aura. "Never mind," she said. "I'm not going to cry." When I handed out the tissue box, she blew her nose silently and pushed the hair on her cheek with her fingers. I wanted to leave before you came back, but I didn't want to see you. "The mood has changed?" "No, just do it anywhere.". But I'll leave right away. Don't worry. "Have a cup of coffee first anyway." I sipped my coffee while listening to the traffic information on the radio and cut the seals of two letters with a pair of scissors. One is a notice from a furniture store, saying that if you buy furniture within a specified period, you can reduce the price by 20%. The other was a letter from someone who didn't want to remember and didn't want to read it. I crumpled up the two letters and threw them into the wastebasket at my feet. I chewed on the remaining cheese biscuit. She put her hands around the coffee cup as if she were dispelling the cold, and her lips pressed against the edge of the cup and looked at me. The salad in the refrigerator. "Salad?" I looked up at her. Tomatoes and lentils. That's all that's left. The cucumber went bad and was thrown away. "Well." I took out the blue deep-bottomed Okinawa glass dish with salad from the refrigerator and poured all the salad seasoning on it, which was only 5 centimeters at the bottom of the bottle. The tomatoes and lentils were frozen like shadows, and they were tasteless. Biscuits and coffee are also tasteless, I'm afraid it's the morning light. The morning light broke everything down. I stopped drinking coffee, took my wrinkled cigarette out of my pocket,Drive in racking system, and lit a completely strange match. The end of the cigarette made a dry sound. Purple smoke outlined a geometric shape in the morning light. Went to the funeral. Then I went to Shinjuku to drink and drank alone all the time. Where did the cat come from? It yawned long and then jumped on her knee. She scratched the cat several times behind the ear. "There's no need to explain," she said. "That's nothing to do with me." "It's not an explanation, it's just talk." She shrugged her shoulders slightly and tucked the bra straps into her dress. There was nothing on her face that could be called an expression. This reminds me of the street market that I saw in the picture at the bottom of the sea. You don't recognize an ordinary acquaintance in the past. "Is it?" The cat spread out its limbs in her lap and let out a breath. I kept silent and looked at the light of the cigarette. How did you die? "Thirteen bones were broken in a traffic accident." "A girl?" "Mmm." omracking.com |
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