was crossing the street, avoiding cars and pedestrians to avoid (as I thought it was the only way to go quiet in the world), when being caught up and began to devour it. Attacked him without saying a word, the most ruthless attack. One hopes that whoever eats it, say something, to explain its action. It was not the case. He was overthrown in a coup, surprisingly, bound to fall on the pavement, next to the curb. You could hear the car horns but did not sound in his defense, simply expressing a rejection of that traffic was interrupted by something as trivial as a man being eaten. A few pedestrians stopped just happened to look, frowning with curiosity and some disgust. Discussed among themselves what they saw and what insurance would comment on their homes as soon entered the warm home and were greeted with a silky kiss: "We saw a man being eaten, in the middle of the street." That terrible, say, that world in which we live, that horror. "How would you describe His death? "was reached to ask the man, before being eaten his head.
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