Not seem to him turning his head to glance at it

Hostess is a quiet little words of a man, it seems to be interested and keep  WOW Gold a certain distance in the world around us, she never speak to others. However, he knows that she is not a dumb man. Every day, he will pass in front of her shop, seeing her in to her pet fish be mumbling some words. Sometimes, he would want to go and listen to what she said, but did not.

He drank a beer, have lost all interest in Sth. turned around to see behind the cylinder with fish. They are very ordinary people, not how different. Although he did not know their names, but the fish into the sea just a grasp it, he thought it was so.

"Can you eat? "Take a clear melodious voice.

Not seem to him turning his head to glance at it, he sat on the seat in front of a girl wearing a white dress, delicate white fingers with a piece of white bread, a small piece of a small piece of land ourselves torn in his mouth and chewed, rare red lips up and down in rhythm close and open. Her face was slightly chaorun, forehead fringe sweat soaked, apparently are just campaign.

"Help yourself. "His babble:" did you not eat? "Soon turning his head and SIPs a beer, continued to look behind the glass lens in the boring fish.