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por Tomates e Grelos, em 30.12.13
The Salesman  : She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps, she only goes stiff for a moment.
The Salesman  : Care for a smoke?
The Customer  : Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
The Salesman  :  I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. I've watched you for days, you're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face or your figure. It's your eyes, all the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer  : What is it you see in my eyes?
The Salesman  : I see a crazy comb. You're sick of running, you're ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone.
The Customer  : No, I don't want to face it alone.
The Salesman  : The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume with sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's running from and take her far far away. I tell her I love her. [gunshot] The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from... I'll cash her check in the morning.



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