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That neighborhood two hours away from downtown, surrounded by the desert.
It was the perfect place to write science fiction, bought a comfortable apartment.
They did not notice.
Juan argued with the daughter of the shopkeeper, her husband, Alan, was annoyed.
- The election passes, our assets remain.
After the result, they became depressed.
But Juan did not expect that the owner of the market would not want to sell it to him. "You're not welcome here."
His instinct warned him, but he was thinking of future ages. The ship had entered the "cosmic eye," only to know that it had sunk a thousand years ahead.
Then he thought the neighbor was running not to greet him.
"You're paranoid," Alan said. You have science fiction in your head.
In the supermarket, people did not seem to respond to it.
The machine broke so long that it had to give up the purchases.
"Try to get something from the corner bar," he told Alan.
The owner said he had a problem and his food was contaminated.
They started shopping downtown to find out that their car had lost gas because of a flat tank.
Juan was insomniac.
Everyone seemed to be watching him from the top of the buildings.
He could not even believe what was happening.
That chapter was in his head when the police stopped him and searched him. He thought he would be arrested.
- Let's go. If you do not go, I will.
They put everything in the car.
The other day, the car was found abandoned by the side of the road.
Afonso Jr. Ferreira de Lima
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