Nothing Out of the Ordinary

After everyone knew the news, we met at our quiet construction site early that summer, and we built the ultimate hiding place hidden in the forest. The oldest boy hunter in our group said that he was gathering us here, but we could not talk about their souls. Everyone looked oddly and kept listening to the story of a doll-based hunter.

In most cases, the house does not seem to change. There are something here and there, but there is nothing abnormal. When everyone packs, most people do not mind how to leave the house; they lock the front door, they can tidy up when they return. We searched for the first floor together and packed everything in our backpack. Then there is a routine. I walked upstairs in the basement, and when we finished we returned to the kitchen. If someone does not come back after about 20 minutes, we will whistle and wait for reply.

This is a small place. There is nothing rare, only your typical record shop with a dozen waist stack from wall to wall. There is a counter in front of my eyes, but no one is behind the cash register. A girl with freckles can not be seen. Apart from me, this place looks completely empty and there is no sound to move. External light enters from the side window. I went to one of the stacks that seemed very busy. The girl should finally pop up. In addition, you never know what you find in these vintage shops. Sometimes you are lucky and eventually you will find a very unusual LP. It may be the original Miles Davis or Chet Baker. I looked up the stack and tried to find the part labeled "M".

Today, at the hotel, I came to the restaurant with a crowd of colleagues in this live cold stone ice cream counters (they saw their harding, rolling me,) and a group of guests of my age. There is nothing rare. Guest approached me, I gave him a generic BS, "Do you want to try some ice cream rolls?" He refused, I am in their age Since I was the only age, I asked if there was anything I could do to cheer her and I asked, I asked, and he asked. So the whole group was surrounded by my counter and a central woman. The conversation looks something like this: