A Ira
It was by chance that I saw that Michael had cheated me.
Proclaimed from the rooftops our friendship and made me believe in his absolute lack of interest from every point of view. The Ours was a real, solid friendship.
I on the other hand I could not help but believe it. Michael was put in a good light with all this, with my family, my friends, my colleagues, my wife, I could not see it otherwise.
After a while 'time Michael told me he was going through a difficult period. He was alone, without family, who had left back in town in Calabria where he had come to the capital, was desperately trying to find decent work. Began its economic position, however, to falter, the moneys that had been previously count was nearly finished, had to solve this problem soon. Not asking for help, But it was clear he needed moral support if nothing else, and I immediately offered to help him as far as I can.
few days later Michael told me that he had thought about renting a laundry, it was faced with a small initial outlay, then he would plunge into work after a few months and would surely gain quite a month.
The idea seemed really good, a task that could make it a secure monthly income, the only problem was money, there was the laundry, the holder of the surrendered assets, the sale price was included in the rent monthly, only asking for a deposit guarantee for six months and the entire machinery activities. But Michael had a strong need for financial assistance to meet the initial costs, these blessed six months of deposit.
We'll talk about, I realized it was full of hope and that he had decided to plunge headlong, it was too long were unemployed in every sense, no work, no work, no love, trying to appear carefree, but you could see far more than a mile was in despair and that this was now seen as one of the last chances for his life, was not in any way go back to the country with a defeat that could not easily tell from where and then you could not ever leave .
And so it was natural to convince me to lend him the sum he needed to pay the deposit to detect the laundry. The place was a rather shabby shop in a quiet street, near a large hospital but do not know if it could be helpful for the task. What surprised me was that Michael had taken the place but could not start work because he had to pass an examination at the Chamber of Commerce and that I did not know and now there was this news that everything could be subject to the successful or less of the examination, Michele immediately tried to calm saying it was a mere formality, which was to just wait a bit, who knows what it's like a little bit I was wondering, maybe a few months and she might play for what little customers that had the laundry, I began to regret having helped him, but that did much to my regret to notice was the fact that Michael did not care at all, even out much more readily than before and had fallen in with a girl I did not like at all and spent it discreetly, so that I began to suspect that he had not paid the sum of the deposit, but that if he were holding a party who had no qualm to spend in leisure. So much so that suspicious, I wanted to see things clearly and I contacted the old owner of the laundry, which confirmed my suspicions. Michael had not paid one-sixth of the deposit, keeping busy and now that he did not know what to do. I went on all
Michele furious and tried for several days but had absconds. I thought maybe it was returned to the village, I tried in every way but by all parties receive negative feedback and who had no idea where it ended.
The desperate search continued for two weeks, then a mutual friend told me that Michael had received a postcard from Paris.
You can imagine how I was dumbfounded. So my dear friend had gone on a pleasure trip with my money that would be used for the deposit of the laundry. I started with a curse in every way possible, trying everything because my curses join them. Then I began to think of a revenge for something that he did suffer, but I found myself mulling I wanted to kill him. On the way I began to rave.
I saw that it was, and who shot him with a revolver, one after another all the shots of a magazine. I was wondering how many shots I had available. I would be worried anyway munirmi a weapon with as many strokes as possible. But unfortunately I realized that I would not have hurt that much, because it would be enough for a well-aimed blow at a vital point to finish it. More, we wanted more. So I thought maybe it was better to stab him repeatedly with a large Indian dagger, but Michele was strong, was stronger than me, could immobilize, could take away the weapon from his hand and then .... Maybe I would have risked too much with that dagger. Then imagine to hit him with a rifle flamethrower, yes, I wanted to burn, the fire would have destroyed in excruciating pain, I would be away to savor the spectacle. But the anger was taking me more and I realized that hungered for revenge that he did suffer a lot. The poison, poisoned with a powerful poison that he did suffer terribly long, this idea appealed to me, then I thought maybe that strangulation was the best way to delete it, then I spent drowning with a large boulder that kept it down, then to a slow suffocation in a coffin. I dreamed like turning him out, then there was an obsessive thought, the best revenge is the forgiveness, this phrase came back stronger and stronger in my mind. So after spending a couple of hours in reverie, I picked up the yellow pages and went to look under "killers" and I decided to call.
It was by chance that I saw that Michael had cheated me.
Proclaimed from the rooftops our friendship and made me believe in his absolute lack of interest from every point of view. The Ours was a real, solid friendship.
I on the other hand I could not help but believe it. Michael was put in a good light with all this, with my family, my friends, my colleagues, my wife, I could not see it otherwise.
After a while 'time Michael told me he was going through a difficult period. He was alone, without family, who had left back in town in Calabria where he had come to the capital, was desperately trying to find decent work. Began its economic position, however, to falter, the moneys that had been previously count was nearly finished, had to solve this problem soon. Not asking for help, But it was clear he needed moral support if nothing else, and I immediately offered to help him as far as I can.
few days later Michael told me that he had thought about renting a laundry, it was faced with a small initial outlay, then he would plunge into work after a few months and would surely gain quite a month.
The idea seemed really good, a task that could make it a secure monthly income, the only problem was money, there was the laundry, the holder of the surrendered assets, the sale price was included in the rent monthly, only asking for a deposit guarantee for six months and the entire machinery activities. But Michael had a strong need for financial assistance to meet the initial costs, these blessed six months of deposit.
We'll talk about, I realized it was full of hope and that he had decided to plunge headlong, it was too long were unemployed in every sense, no work, no work, no love, trying to appear carefree, but you could see far more than a mile was in despair and that this was now seen as one of the last chances for his life, was not in any way go back to the country with a defeat that could not easily tell from where and then you could not ever leave .
And so it was natural to convince me to lend him the sum he needed to pay the deposit to detect the laundry. The place was a rather shabby shop in a quiet street, near a large hospital but do not know if it could be helpful for the task. What surprised me was that Michael had taken the place but could not start work because he had to pass an examination at the Chamber of Commerce and that I did not know and now there was this news that everything could be subject to the successful or less of the examination, Michele immediately tried to calm saying it was a mere formality, which was to just wait a bit, who knows what it's like a little bit I was wondering, maybe a few months and she might play for what little customers that had the laundry, I began to regret having helped him, but that did much to my regret to notice was the fact that Michael did not care at all, even out much more readily than before and had fallen in with a girl I did not like at all and spent it discreetly, so that I began to suspect that he had not paid the sum of the deposit, but that if he were holding a party who had no qualm to spend in leisure. So much so that suspicious, I wanted to see things clearly and I contacted the old owner of the laundry, which confirmed my suspicions. Michael had not paid one-sixth of the deposit, keeping busy and now that he did not know what to do. I went on all
Michele furious and tried for several days but had absconds. I thought maybe it was returned to the village, I tried in every way but by all parties receive negative feedback and who had no idea where it ended.
The desperate search continued for two weeks, then a mutual friend told me that Michael had received a postcard from Paris.
You can imagine how I was dumbfounded. So my dear friend had gone on a pleasure trip with my money that would be used for the deposit of the laundry. I started with a curse in every way possible, trying everything because my curses join them. Then I began to think of a revenge for something that he did suffer, but I found myself mulling I wanted to kill him. On the way I began to rave.
I saw that it was, and who shot him with a revolver, one after another all the shots of a magazine. I was wondering how many shots I had available. I would be worried anyway munirmi a weapon with as many strokes as possible. But unfortunately I realized that I would not have hurt that much, because it would be enough for a well-aimed blow at a vital point to finish it. More, we wanted more. So I thought maybe it was better to stab him repeatedly with a large Indian dagger, but Michele was strong, was stronger than me, could immobilize, could take away the weapon from his hand and then .... Maybe I would have risked too much with that dagger. Then imagine to hit him with a rifle flamethrower, yes, I wanted to burn, the fire would have destroyed in excruciating pain, I would be away to savor the spectacle. But the anger was taking me more and I realized that hungered for revenge that he did suffer a lot. The poison, poisoned with a powerful poison that he did suffer terribly long, this idea appealed to me, then I thought maybe that strangulation was the best way to delete it, then I spent drowning with a large boulder that kept it down, then to a slow suffocation in a coffin. I dreamed like turning him out, then there was an obsessive thought, the best revenge is the forgiveness, this phrase came back stronger and stronger in my mind. So after spending a couple of hours in reverie, I picked up the yellow pages and went to look under "killers" and I decided to call.
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