Crash - oversleeps (5 h 56 min, 30 déc. 2017 ans – 13 h 46 min, 30 déc. 2017 ans)

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Awakened by occupant of the flat where he has crashed. "That little TV kept making noise. I was afraid it would wake you up. I put it away." She takes my phone from a drawer. "Oh. Uh...thanks." I start to get up, but I am naked under there.
She brings in a little tray with a huge oval slice of bread with soft margarine and salami loaded with paprika, and one of those scuffed aluminum stovetop percolators they have here. Oh no. I wave my hand at it. "No, no, no, I'll just go." I avert my gaze to show how sorry I am. They've got the typical parquet floor around here dsfj patterned. like chevrons. She smiles in the corner of my eye , I think. "It's OK. I'm not like those others. I'm not going to poison you or anything. I know you do the best job you can. You must have been very tired." Oh, God, kill me now. Another thing about the parquet. There are not clothes dumped in a heap on it. "Uh, listen, asdlk;fj, My clothes...?" "Oh, I washed them." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Oh, sorry. Sorry." My dirty drawers all over the place in a stranger's houe. "Don't worry. I dried them on the radiator. They're fine. She hands over my stuff, pressed and folded, in a perfect rectangle, as though held in place by an invisible box. I get the on under the sheets, as she looks on, unembarassed. "Look, I've got to go." I stand and straighten my clothes some more. Sorry. Sorry." "Look. Mr. Yellick. At least take the coffee. It'll get c

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