was not very different from what he experienced. Always aware of if I saw walking around his office (a desk in the room that the tenants took their orders for maintenance). Did not care, the other day she would be leaving as always, with its elegant walk and her sweet girlish expression.
had never realized how exciting it was to create an imaginary conversation. Someone knocking on the door in search of what distracted doorman & iacute, a; dropping Professor Mintzberg's book on the desk devolvíaa reality.
was a way of life, after all. Was to hide the happiness that were filled to meet that someone in the most boring and simplistic routine that may exist. Because the thinking of the other they drew a smile on his face, an incandescent light and invisible light your day. It was bizarre, secret, just a few words were spoken to acquaintances about the other, and nobody asked atrevíaa greater things. Moreover, the situation was under control, no greetings or comments, speechless between them even if humans have the large capAcid speech and reasoning. Of course I have no reason when we love.
And they were. Now I wonder, how he must have felt when she moved?
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