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In the cold attic, the large hands revolved around the white clock face, day and night, day and night. She found an unlocked shower and tiptoed downstairs each night to take a hot shower.Standing under the hot water for long periods of time helped warm her body, but it did nothing to convert her depression. After the unexpected guest left, her first instinct was to pack up and leave, but what next?Where is she going?Her helplessness exhausted her, so she stayed where she was. She doesn't care.Whatever should happen, let it happen! She only took special care to hide her belongings in the corner by the chimney hole, and put the cushions there too.It was farther from the gate, on the other hand, and less surprised to see her.

When he returned on the third day after his first visit, she lay motionless, listening to the doors open and close. Syrah? So it's the boy!But she couldn't see the door, so someone might have come with him. Syrah?It's Taber.all right!It's Patrick.where are you She looked out through the chimney hole, and he came alone. When he saw her, his whole face lit up. Great, I thought maybe you moved away. She sighed and stood up. I thought about it, trust me, but there aren't many camps that are free. Then she noticed that he was carrying a bulging rucksack with a bundle of rolled cushions under his arm.

Where are you going? I want to stay here. here? Yes, I'm staying here tonight, if you agree? She shook her head helplessly. Why live here?why? Very cool!I want to experience this life. She sighed and looked around the attic. Patrick, this isn't a game, I'm not sleeping here for fun. so why are you here This remark annoyed Sibylla.The reason: right now I have nowhere else to go. He must have felt the need to convince Sibylla early on, and he took something out of his rucksack, a barbecue bag. Ribs with meat.Would you like to eat some? Bringing bribes to her, she couldn't help laughing.He turned his head slightly to one side and begged her again.

please!May I stay here tonight? Sybylla shrugged. I don't think I can stop you, but you're sleeping all over the place, what will your parents say? don’t worry! That worried her, God!He may have told his parents about his plans. Do they know where you are? He looked at her, his eyes said: Why are you so stupid! Daddy went out to drive a taxi all night, and Mommy went out on business. Does anyone else know you're here? He sighed. You are so fucking anxious!No, no one knows where I am. anxious?You'd be anxious too if you knew where your innocent joke would lead you.young man!You're about to spend the night in the attic with a serial killer, possibly a religious fanatic, wanted by the police.

All right!No problem, welcome. He didn't need Sibylla to speak a second time, he immediately decided to spread his sleeping mat on the podium in front of the big clock.She thought it best to keep an eye on him, and pulled her cushion to the other side of the chimney hole.He checked his supplies, looked contented, and sat down, looking at her expectantly. are you hungryDo you want to eat some of this? There is really no way to say that I am not hungry, and the effect of sweet beans to stop hunger is limited. OK!If you can eat enough. He tore open the barbecue bag and spread it out on the floor between them.Then add ready-made potato salad, two cans of Coke, and two bags of potato chips.

Let's do it! What a hearty meal!She came over and sat beside him.He seemed as hungry as she was, and the two ate in silence.Every rib with meat was gnawed down to the bone before being put back into the bag next to the uneaten ribs.By the time the two piles of bones were almost at the same height, she was so full that it was almost impossible to eat anything.She lay back, against the wall. He said with surprise: Are you full?I brought two servings of food. It's so kind of you!Save some for tomorrow! He still has a mouth full of food. Maybe your stomach has shrunk.If you often eat less, the stomach seems to shrink.

Very well said and sounds true.He must have been well fed often, for he immediately picked up another rib of meat and gnawed on it.Now even his cheeks were covered in grease. Pooh!Where do you go to wash your hands? Sybylla shrugged.If you're homeless, you have to get used to chaos.Running water is a super luxury. He stared at his sticky hands, then at Sybylla's.She held her hands up in front of him for him to see, only the thumb and forefinger of one hand touching the food.He immediately licked his fingers and wiped them on the leg of his trousers, then he looked around. correct!What should we do now?

What should we do now?What do you mean? I mean, can't you just sit here like this?What do you usually do? well!This little guy has almost grown up physically, but he really doesn't understand anything. What do you usually do?When you're not hanging out in a high loft and pretending to be a bum? I thought, with my computer, messing up the room. She nodded and drank some Coke. It's not easy to have these things if you don't have a place to live. He grinned. Well, maybe you can only wink at the TV! She went back to her corner, crawled into her sleeping bag, tucked her hands under her armpits to keep warm, and turned to look at him.

He was clearly bored and had nothing else to distract him, so he started packing the meals.The clock behind him read: ten past six. After packing up, he spread out the sleeping bag and got into it like her.It was a really cheap sleeping bag, which meant that he might be cold at night, which worked to her advantage.Having had this experience, he might leave her here alone. He was lying on his back with his hands under his head. Why are you a homeless person?Haven't you lived somewhere before? She sighed. I did live somewhere before. where do you live? Somewhere in Smalland. why did you leave

It's a long story. He turned his head and looked at her. Speak!I want to hear it.We don't seem to be in a hurry.