-You are going to want another cigarette or with the box you have on the table is enough
Héctor broke into my office, as usual, everything was a disaster, no case was started, only deployments everywhere, late appointments, forgotten complaints, misplaced photographs, and my mobile had at least 30 missed calls I knew half of the recipients the other percentage was afraid to hear that voice
The nights were no longer my friends, fatigue was not enough to stop my mind and the letters were still all over my room, I still did not deign to open the second letter, I feared it would be worse than the first and my posture would be bent by the words that for years want to listen. Life was not so fair, but she knew how to move the cards in her favor even betting everything against it and I still did not learn to move to the rhythm of her game
