Miss C. fell in love with a firefighter who wrote poetry.
Before her fleet mates, the man never spoke of his passion for poetry. These tough guys have never understood.
Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, when met at the gathering of poets, never mentioned that the office that allowed him to live was the fireman. They, so far from the real world, would have laughed him. Before
Miss C. acting either as a firefighter and as a poet, according to circumstances, so that when walking through the city and crossed with an acquaintance of Miss C. would never know how to behave. There came a moment at which I do not even dare to speak. I was afraid of saying something that would be inappropriate.
Put to the tension so great a few months later, Miss C. began to show clear signs of being crazy. It was then that he began to whisper to everyone that his lover was cheating. He had apparently discovered that the fireman-poet had relations with the novice Rosalia una monja de clausura de las Clarisas de Santa María Magdalena que los fines de semana actuaba como domadora de tigres en el Circo de la Luna…
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