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Chessmate

author notes: written and published, after a period of time almost ashamed, just because someone from 5 (-5 days !!!!) birthday and I would be a horrible person if I let you win laziness.
That story should not have a sequel, but I'm burnt out if I never make anything of what I propose to do. I could say that this or chapter will have a sequel, but since nothing is impossible to beat the revolving door, I refrain from saying more rubbish than I have already spoken.
So here she is, Sylvia, who knows what inspiration does not strike me like a bolt from the blue and I can not produce something better, for your birthday: D

I get up, I do a few steps toward the kitchen and then I block.

I sit back down, although I fear that "sit" is not the appropriate verb. I take a good culata, also doing a lot of noise.

She overlooks the living room, a raised eyebrow to emphasize his expression quizzical.

I, however, I have no idea to propose that expression.

I could ask what it means that kiss, but I do not want to know.

I could ask her if he eventually succumbed to the insistence of one of her suitors door to door, but do not want to know.

She asks

- Beer or wine?

I nearly did not answer, I do not know!

Instead, being able to build on part of my brain that controls the lips say

- Beer?

you back to the kitchen, calmly, as if he knew exactly what I'm about to do, although I'm not sure either.

soon I'm sure of not being seen, take the door and I'm leaving. Part of me wants to close it quietly so that she does not know it, but that part of me is rather slow, because when the thought comes to mind, has already slammed the door and I'm falling down the stairs.

My ears whistle and as soon as the chill wind whipping my face, I realize that something is wrong: I'm cold.

I forgot my jacket.

This means that I'll go get it, sooner or later. But not now. Definitely not now.

numb My body reminds me that I had promised a beer, but will have to wait. Now I'm too pissed off to drink.

banish the thought and shrug: I do not want to think about it. I'm going to take my jacket next Wednesday, maybe.

you'll be laughing. He will have seen the jacket, will have realized that they are gone, that I escaped.

will wait next Wednesday and will do so again, I got put in check. I'll have to sacrifice the dignity of bishop or knight of self-love, to get out.

For a moment, I seem to feel the smooth surface of the board under your feet.

Can you really be so stupid?

My sad monologue is interrupted abruptly.

A stabbing pain in my stomach takes your breath and thoughts.

I fall forward, but someone takes it and pushes me against the wall. Bang your head and slide on the ground.

It's all so sudden that I can not even be afraid.

In the mouth I have a horrible metallic taste, my stomach seems to be on fire.

hurts, fuck.

The alley is dark and I can not see who hit me, but they're laughing, and I understand that this is more than one.

shooting forward, combating nausea, and pure ass dodge a punch. Someone hold me arm.

I turn around and strike at random. Para a nose on the way of my fist and I feel it breaking. The noise is horrendous. This is the first time I seriously fight with someone. The adrenaline pumping forced my heart like a bellows, so that I feel as if about to burst.

loser I'd be the first in history to die of a heart attack during a fight. One thing very undignified.

My nose avoids the fate of that of my opponent by a narrow margin, but my eye is not so lucky.

I fall to the ground, while the right side of my world becomes a painful and blinding white.

One of the guys give me a kick, must be the one to which I broke my nose.

Then, the light of a lamp lights up a face and I nearly burst out laughing. Hysterical laughter, which I would like on the lungs and throat, as if struggling to escape.

are pedestrians: the pretenders. Allies against the common enemy.

suddenly seem agitated, they leave in a hurry, someone says something like "has fallen! We were just helping him to get up! "

close my eyes, the healthy and the pulsing as if in a little heart all its own. What a ridiculous situation

.

few more seconds and I will be able to get up and go home. Maybe I'll buy another jacket.

This evening could not really get any worse.

I wrong.

Someone comes to mind and, with the lump in my throat, step up.

Then the agitation gives way to shame.

Catherine is there, squatting on the ground with his hand stretched out still.

- You forgot your jacket. - He says, handing me. It seems as if about to cry.

I'll take it and not knowing what to say, I fucked up:

- I still have that beer?

She stares at me really crying now. I feel the pieces falling separately from the board reversed.

- And a bag of ice, perhaps?

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Nov 21st, Toronto






November 21 in Toronto was a parade of Santa Clauses. And we Danielkoy decided to watch it and went to downtown. The same idea came to mind, in my opinion, all parents! B transport was an awful lot of people. And okay, went with the children that something could already see and understand what is happening. Why the hell did people trudged back to wheelchairs, like me? I have an excuse for this stupidity, I met with my friends riding)) These lucky live in downtown, they just had to pull out their priests out of the house. And for me all these attacks nehily hassle.
I almost like the local buses, they are provided with descending ramp, and go is very convenient. But yesterday, the passage was full wheelchair. In the underground, as it turned out, not at each station has a lift for wheelchairs and wheelchairs. And it was very unhappy trying to find a way to overcome the stairs and escalators at the ready with a stroller and sleeping in her son. And finally stumble exit with wheelchair access denied "and you want to search again.
met, waited for the procession of Santa Claus more than an hour on the street. Okolelov and drum on this venture. And the crazies took place with chairs and sat for hours in a blanket and slurps Freestuff coffee.
Denkoy And we went to the guests. In principle, this was the purpose of our trip, so I was very pleased yesterday)

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Dakshin creations)

See what my brilliant friend Dasha!
She herself, her grip makes these magical things just for her (And our) enjoyment! helps her son, fabulous boy!
Well, my husband, my husband is also excellent, as is Anton offended yet))))

house Moomin
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a year ago, she made house seals.
first seals lived in her imagination, then they lived in the drawn form
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and only then built Dasha them a home.

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Talented still guys in the gums, molodtsy!
And just unreal wanted the club, aaaaaaa!
"I want to dance, I dance!" as they sang "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" on a similar bit)))

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Baby shower



Baby shower. American tradition to congratulate the future mother and give gifts to the long-awaited infant. The tradition is gaining popularity worldwide. In Russia is unlikely to take hold, we are Russian too superstitious to her. I myself have friends to visit called when the kid was almost a month.
very nice holiday. Usually at this party are invited women only. Now men can come, but it's a series of drag its nice to watch "Sex and the City 2"))
At the entrance to the neck, each with a sign hanging beads. I was a Maggie Simpson. And when the game starts, then the team all shared on these tags. Tasks were themed. For example, given a sheet with the full name of the expected baby, a triple, as usual. Many letters, and here are had to make as many words. My team won this "Scrabble" and I went home with a gift)
But first, all were treated to snacks, acquainted and chatted. Women of all ages who shared their experiences with the future mother. Our kids played. Danielka desperately to flirt with a girl of 11 months, tried to sneak with her beads and joyfully boom, pulling the dress. Then he switched to older women. Charmed everyone behaved perfectly, my little gentleman! Do not cry, go to all the handles with a welcoming smile.
And what a sweet table! Very tasty, but the main thing - cake with the inscription "Farewell tum, hello Mom!" So cuuute!!!




Then culprit celebrations began to unpack the gifts, but Denichke it was time to sleep and we went home.


In parting guests kulechki handed, and in them the gift card to Starbucks.

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October 31

mark the very theme of Halloween my pretty. People come up with costumes, master of yourself or charge rent in theaters, and have fun. I have the whole creative ends each year on October 31 in costume shops. Many years ago I dressed up as devils, and went we are in the "Shambala" (Yeah, so many years ago)) and then me and did just enough on the wings of angels. Each year the program was the same - Cobiralas someone home, dress up, charge and go to the club.
2006

Sokolova, someone you my paw?))
2007
Toronto. What a beautiful parade held here! Just animated pictures, so much attention to detail images. And it is evident that the people themselves were making their grand costumes. And I was always without fancy, just feyushka.

Halloween 2008 so well begun. Advance tickets have been purchased in the VIP area on David Guetta. We met at a party girl. And he was at our disposal all the great bars of this little girl. And the boys from Barmen skills. And wanted to try everything, everything shakes. Here is my hodgepodge of alcohol and shattered.


I would rest before club raid, but have already filed a limousine. And there was also a fucking bar. In general, all arrivals in the clubs I stayed in the car. Briefly revived in the night smoothly, to pass in the final club and climb on the second floor. Remnants of consciousness glad that we have vip-zone and the terms are sofas. While all the fun the hits Guetta, I'm sweet slept in one of them. Me in turn approached the guys from our large companies, as I visit. I brought home the driver of the girl herself. Which all started so well.
I'm only a few times in adult life to such a state that's drunk, or rather herbs. Wally! Watched later reports from the speech of the world DJing, what if I could sleep all !!!!???
2009. Halloween coincided with korparativom, there were no costumes. Noted in only that open bar Rolling Stones. I was already pregnant, so peacefully drank b / a strawberry mojito. Refuse alcohol was easy, I'm behind the wheel arrived. Admired his drunken kollegushkami. Especially at the one, the most high-level. Well, it certainly is not comme il faut. In the eyes of his subordinates in a trash booze, that all did not already know where to go from shame.

otmazyvatsya necessary not only from drinking but also from questions about my outstanding merits))

all Only a year ago, we Dashutka heartily idiotnichali, and now we are both Mothers))


Helloun 2010. Again, I dressed up in angel wings. Acne has been in a sports suit and played in Ronaldo) Danielku dressed pandochkoy. Sitting at home, and met with their kids charged pripevochkoy "Trick or Treating". Nobody wants his house pelted rotten eggs, so all choose Treating and treat children's candy.