After I had sacrificed my champagne breakfast the ditch, I sat back in the car and drove home at last.
I just wanted to sleep. In the evening I had to be in labor, so I had not much time to recover.
The stupid hand could wait, perhaps I'd simply buried somewhere in the forest ... .... Tomorrow, or even better the day after, on my free tag.
At home, I had to ask my dog convince them that in the one for him so delicious-smelling sack, no reward was hidden. In this course, I failed miserably. So there was about nothing more than vorbeizuschwindeln me like a football player in him fool ... ... .... ... Run to beat. ... Tick. ... .. Run and touch down ... ... .. hand into the bathroom sink and door to ... ....
take off without me I fell into bed and into a dreamless sleep, thanks to my unique gift to all unpleasant to drive out perfectly. Of course, I had my
also displaced to provide clock radios, and so much I woke up too late.
Rauss out of bed, off to the bathroom ... ... ... ... Rauss sack from the sink ... .. ... ... .. hey where's the sack??
the hand, she was gone ... ... ....!
panic I stumbled out of the bad ... ... .. and on an empty plastic bag. Oh, oh!
My old stinker ... .. also known dog was hiding behind the couch. My cat was sitting with a bored facial expression front of the couch and cleaned their mouths.
So they, too, the little traitor.
Together they had eaten this ugly stinking hand.
While I just wanted to be angry, said a small little voice in my inner ... .... The sweet your problem solved! No digging, no problem ... .. yay!
I cuddled my little monster, went to shower and made me the way to work.
fun and relaxed I chatted with my client, was pushed despite the lack of sleep, hot swapped sms with my lover and was happy in life.
want against three clock morning I allow myself a little break and was on the way came to the camp, when two new customer.
A young man who assisted an elderly man.
Smiling, she came to me at the checkout.
>>> My dear woman ... ... .. I think they have something that belongs to my father ... .. and he would like it back. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;
uncomprehending shaking I am the head until the older man raised his right arm. There should be where his hand was a thick, provisional, bloody bandage.
Somehow I managed not to scream and not easy to tip over behind the cash register.
>>> we want to return only the ring, one for us very valuable family heirloom ... ... .. the hand they can still feed their dog \u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The young man smiled cynically .
Oh god, the ring I had totally forgotten ... ... ...
To be continued ... ...
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