stillhungryrpg @ 2008-06-16T21: 42:00
According to weather forecasts and personal that he and his uncle had been calculated, today was better to go fishing at dusk. Even was a bit early (5 pm), but still liked to prepare in advance. On the edge of the beach park the simple and traditional boat he always wore on these occasions. Not that he was paranoid (well, yes it was lately a lot) but always check what their condition was vehicle more than anything (obviously) for safety. The two wooden oars resting on the sand as he began to walk (barefoot, for that matter) around the boat watching carefully and not that it was because he found some fault or does not want to go to work that day because Neptune!, that this was a heresy, especially relaxing fishing will at the time, but it looked somewhat crestfallen. Even a small voice (quite strong) in his head kept asking: why?, Why?, Why ...? and whenever this was increased in volume, Noah frowned, annoyed.
((Date: April 18. Reserved.))
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