This morning I leave home to go to work.
opened near my house recently a new shop.
The inscription on the small sign that serves as a sign reads " Nail .
The thing that comes to mind is something similar to surgery.
As if for some reason or some illness at some point you fall off the nails.
pernso So these brave warriors who do this difficult job but fundamental to the community.
I do not know of stories of nails falling off, and I already know that the nail does not mean that.
E 'treatment aesthetic, something similar to fake nails, but much more professional, beautiful and artistic.
I wonder as I walk, how many women may have this kind of passion, so as to justify the opening of a shop that does just that.
Then I get in the subway , and the crowd of people huddled beside me there is a girl. In
hand has a mobile phone.
Strange I think, is even below the ground. But she
type and type.
So, curious, lengthen a bit 'look. He
deleting sms. All sms
of a person.
Trying to force my astigmatism, I seem to read the display always the same sender: " Love."
Delete messages automatically.
But first reads the contents briefly, a volunteer flagellation of words before you delete them forever.
It moves fast on the keys, and fingers has blue nails.
Grosse, unnatural. Painted to perfection, full of care and artistic decorations.
Nail , I think.
was not done to rebuild a broken love affair.
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