Concluding

Concluding
Вадим Головченко

A number of stories with a conclusion.From the first to the last.Written by the author.His point of view.Every story.

Concluding

Вадим Головченко

© Вадим Головченко, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0055-4411-7

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Concluding

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No DID WOIIY, IQI troublesome such storyteller is

Took it to the level of my beloved, and the highest sort of

Thinking. This could be am explanation of why penned. Being

True such though. I never spoke a Wooing Wrong Word to her. And

She said it. In addition, we made it. In addition, we have done it.

Once again no one understood us, but I was there and I

Remember clearly that day, when once a funeral was broken by my

Cough. I laughed hard when I arrived home. Finally this b*

Almost there, in my hands crying. And not in the dearest of

Sense 5s.

Chapter 2

A request on my dinner

I saw there if nothing ever happened, between her and me.

She was taking from me by Surprises of my own though no one ever

Was as surprised as ne. We then often laughed about it, and no

One ever took it seriously. «I want a hamburger on that». Said I

To the waiter. We must take it seriously, she replied. I ate,

In addition, thought. A lot about my wisdom to what I nearly had done to

Ex=wife. I thought nothing could be possible. In addition, that was not

Completely true now.

Chapter 3

The end.

I was walking down the street, while my neigbouw was

Passing by. I asked whether she was a hobo or not. She replied

Kindly «not». I said, let us do it, if you know what it means. She

Surely was not right by giving me a surprise slap on the face. I No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is

At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter

Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.

The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives

Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. And

That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.

We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.

She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that

Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.

That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I

Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances

Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very

Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for

Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to

Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my

Raising question. Raised though,