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At nine o'clock Amadeo Moreno finished his fourth barrechat a drink and get the cup and does not quiver in his hand as he chokes on the next drag on his cigarette and runs away to the bathroom to spit on the sink another red viscous sputum. Let the water run to clear the blood and fear. Look in the mirror and not feel like smiling. Is alive and can still walk. Wears his tattered dark suit and blue tie to go to sell counterfeit brand cologne. I always liked your smile, but also false.
goes out and sees him. Long time no see, but every so often meet him again. Since he can remember. I remember looking almost by stealth as other children played, paragraph, and without the right to look ugly and deformed from his face. It reminds himself staring too flighty, fearful that their eyes met and that it was just a monster to become a person. Always had been ashamed of the ugliness of that child who was becoming boy while he in the same neighborhood. Never exchanged a single word and Amadeo got used to it just forget about changing direction to avoid seeing too close. Then
also inadvertently forgot his childhood and things went well. Found a good job with big car included. He bought a flat in one of the best areas of the city and a boat blonde woman who bore him a son and a gorgeous girl. It was on the right and began to hear the Cope and hold the rows of blonde to stay with the boss to take a beer on Fridays. One day he was without work and soon found his boat blonde fucks another in his bed. He could only hear the cries of her daughter in the crib and his wife moaning: "Dame cane, cane dame." He left without luggage or children. Now he walk down the street selling the colonies and with them trying to hide the smell of putrefaction that shows your liver.
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He does not remember who else has had the monster. Just remember that once it has been more ashamed of himself that's horrible and has been approached. Is much more deformed and monsters, but at one point has become in person. They talked and talked sitting on a park bench. He has discovered that the monster is a cultured and sensitive person with a sense of humor and irony that he has lost long ago. Eagerly have recovered all the friendship that they had not have been looked into his eyes without fear and forgiveness Amadeo lost without telling him. He shunned untouchable to everyone is embracing it in the bank and feel Amadeo love tickle in the throat and clears his throat and says he will think we are bundled and Tito, so called, laughs and says that somehow bundled to the childhood people for life. They say many things. They get up and walk and tells him that Tito is very happy since I accepted be as it is, he is glad to have lived so long and have felt love and the sun and all these things that some people delude themselves to not suffer so much.
Tito Amadeo persuaded to go home and he is surprised to see so carefully decorated. The walls are filled with pictures of the skyline of many cities. All done Tito. There is also a box with a white cat black eclipsed by a moon. It's called "Eclipse" cat, but that's another story, says the narrator. Amadeo is a little uncomfortable, nervous, in a strange house, and appreciates the twelve year old Cardhu offered by the host.
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Tito is charming and knows it. He talks of his travels, how he liked to watch other children playing football because, as he did, he imagined himself playing with them. Amadeo dares to ask for his deformity and laughs as Tito in and out of the room to return immediately with two albums. Are snapshots taken with a Polaroid. In the first picture that shows two identical babies in an incubator. Babies do not come back together in any photography, but each of the following pages of the album are two photos, each of a child. Amadeo few pages later is recognized and then recognizes him as well. In each picture the child was shown Amadeo best looking, every photograph Tito appears deformed. With the heart to point helársele, Amadeo turn the page after page, all his life and Tito are joined by the photographs.
-The Picture of Dorian Gray.
-No. Tito is our portrait has lost his kindness. Every time I made you a picture of how bad it wore you came to me. Since we were born has. You carried the evil within you, I have taken out of me. Now we only have the last picture. Amadeo
made to feel a little relief. Is ready. Tito prepares the polaroid, take the cable release and sits next to Amadeo. Both smile.
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