-What was in the trunk? - blonde friend, apparently impatient, regardless of previous experience with the question broke that tłukło his head for a long time. He had to know, because I apparently did not give him a rest for the rest of the day.
-Please?
- What was in the trunk? - the kid stabbed a keen eye on his grandfather with the strength of a pneumatic hammer. Seized, unknowingly crush the iron grip of the contents of her backpack, which was pressed into the abdomen.
- Ah, the true treasures that would guarantee them a prosperous life for many months - he laughed heartily. I started to get up in the clear to end today's session of stories.
-So what?
-Treasures. Well, today we finish. The rest I will tell you tomorrow. As I'm thirsty and I have to go to the canteen.
-So do not you know? - not give up.
- Well, what a stubborn whipster. Sure I know. - expressed outrage that the old man's face was as real as the chance to get hundreds of virgins promised to expressive playing with a kilo of plastic on a crowded subway station. I mean - you look like you believe it.
-Well, let him tell you.
-in throat I have dried - winced as he scratched behind his ear while
- I carry a bottle of water y - he looked inside the backpack and began to rummage in it vigorously.
- I hungry?
-Mama made me a sandwich. And why you said "would deliver"? After facing the fact that it already had in their hands ... - boy plunged in thought, shaking it in front of it back.
- What's your name, young man?
-Adam-I like you, Adam. You remind me of your age. Well then, let the meal and go on. I used the word coincidence, but for that you get a moment. They found things they were afraid to take home with them for their value. For such pledges people are killed.
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