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The room is cleaned up and because it is saturday the sheets are linen pure, white and steamed, the dinner is a banquet and the dessert is an apple pie So, she lies on the bed and he, on the top of her and because it is a holiday they have closed the office they are following the schedule The roon is cleaned up linen sheets she is waiting for him he is on the top of her he is following the schedule she is looking through the window For a few brief moments he enters and pulls out of her she moans and suffers predictlaby he comes and shakes convincingly Because it is Saturday the office is closed she is lying on the bed he is on the top of her she is moaning predictlably he is thinking about the pie she is thinking about morphine and in the inside-outside rhythm she feels like she was dead and he pretends he is loved. Patrícia Evans

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