The wooden floor creaks as I walk through the long corridor that separates the living room. In this part of the house the air is more dense and is always dark. I've been a week without stepping on the street, day, day less. Since I got I'm trying to quit without other ties trivial in my life. In fact, I've managed to eliminate the unhealthy obsession with being aware of the latest news is happening. TV gave to an association that looks after the social outcasts. A goalkeeper, without exchanging a word, I put the radio in his hands and grabbed her smiling blankly. Today is warmer. I have nausea since yesterday. In fact, when I lie I feel a discomfort from the stomach up to my throat. I'm worried that tonight the pain has become constant. I could not sleep a wink. Took a long time in a fetal position, unable to move. I do not know exactly how long it will last. A week ago I stopped all the clocks in the house since then, always midnight. God! This pain is going to more. I'm going to vomit! Will the twelve a good time to call a doctor? Well, I will. I ask for help. Come, calm. I'll sit. That's right. Slowly. Okay, I'm leaning on the table. Now I have only to think what I did with the mobile phone.
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