D ETAILS OR HOW SENSELESS DESTROY THE MYSTERY
A mysterious hand of an anonymous figure (although it was not so mysterious hand, nor as anonymous silhouette, and that it was Juan Ignacio Martín Sanchez, a resident of 2 º B portal of the Virgin Reponcia, Street of condescension, a baker by profession and debauchery of fans) left on a bench a book look old and archaic (it was of an old edition of The Ruffian Castrucho ) and vanished among the dense fog that had that night (actually it was not fog, but smoke from a trash can vandals had set to reclaim the noble values \u200b\u200bof yesteryear). Because the wind (though in fact it was the cyclist in love with the other version) moved pages and a page was bent on closing the book (it was the last page, the only of all that has writing, even with word disordered, as the rest of the book is blank.)
the morning, a cheerful girl named Carolina (if only I was happy that day because it generally is angry with the world) picked up the book and took it to school (College of San Antonio's Public Education Eternal Rest). There the teacher (Regio Fermín Cabal, son of Ernesto and Maria Eugenia Regio Acerra Cabal of Trebizond) realized the importance of books (what really happened was that the book fell to Carolina on the floor and hit the back [I had metal parts] at the foot of fellow next door, and the wail of the latter the teacher got scared and then he saw the book) and decided to open it just to watch that was completely blank except for the last page , which was full of words without any apparent meaning (surprise!). The teacher then decided that would be a good exercise in creativity that students fill the book with phrases from the words he had on the last page (lie, what happens is that you had prepared the class, the children were more restless than usual and we were going crazy, and had also discussed with la parienta la noche anterior, por lo que no había podido dormir; estaba empezando a considerar la posibilidad de tirarse por la ventana y defenestrarse justo antes de que el libro cayese al suelo, lo que fue para él un regalo del Cielo).
Así todos los alumnos escribieron en el libro (aunque algunos cogieron los compases y se dedicaron a escribir en las mesas con la punta de metal del mismo) y una vez habían escrito todos su frase (excepto Pablito, nadie recuerda nunca a Pablito) Carolina se llevó el libro para dejarlo en un lugar donde otros pudiesen continuar escribiendo y escogió la romántica idea de dejarlo bajo un árbol (realmente era que no quería andar más y quería leave a fucking time to fucking fucking home and watch TV).
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