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A pair of boots.
leather. Blacks. Transparency of course.
Soft from day one, with the reinforced heel, a pleasure to walk and hear the tick tock rhythms of the past on the floors of ancient marble or polished wood floors of a century.
With that alone, who made it on occasions higher than it was at least 10 cm.
disappeared. Disappeared. Stolen, of course.
disheveled in a robe, he put his head out of the room. The boots had to be there, where he had left them the night before, but shiny and bright. A mirror, it was recommended by the waiter. He had also extended a note and promised a promotion. The promises were his strong, keep it not so, and justification was always the same: I can not remember everything I say.
Near the door, however, there was nothing. A delay
. A mistake. A misunderstanding for sure.
Sacramento and, ignoring the slow movement of revival that came from the bed, picked up the phone, dialed the front desk and waited.
One ring. Two. Three.
the fourth hung up and promised to buy the hotel just to lay off all staff.
The heads of two girls came out from under the covers with a sigh.
"Come keep us company?"
"Not now. You started. " The
looked. It was not racist, as some newspapers said. And that was proof, if only he could advertise it. It was made to send one white and one black. Cream and chocolate, was set to see them work together.
Here. Also gave work to some extent. Other than the lies put about by the crisis of enemies. Was running the economy, he. Not a million places, but almost.
In any case, he needed some boots.
not. Unimaginable. She could not go out without his slippers and even with the hotel.
went out into the corridor. It was stolen a couple. It was not the first time that he committed a robbery and was certainly not the last.
passed in front of every door, every floor of the hotel, hiding at the first sound suspicious. At the end
found them. They were not as beautiful as her, but shrugged. Tried them in front of the mirror chamber. Fit like a glove and made him look thinner, sleeker, taller.
A wonder it was said.
There was just that little detail that left him puzzled. He convinced himself, because he did so, acting with the belief that they are always on the side of right.
She launched a fashion, it was said, and if received the usual criticism, he knew how to make them shut up. She
side, to look at those boots in profile.
Bianchi. Python. Twelve inches of stiletto heels.