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By Ed kept close in an embrace as he looked through the window of the small room to the moon. Recalling his home, his real home, not the prison where they had been living for the past five years.

By Ed could feel strongly aforrándose on, her hands curled in his little back. I felt a chilling breath sigh of Al that was broken against his shoulder. Ed beating his brother's hair and the comfort he could give a "we'll be fine" said "the chimeras could not get the letter. They do not hit me until it took a long way back "
" I do not care about the letter, "said Al
" It makes no difference. The military did not come with the first five, they at least come with a more "Al leaned back and Ed could see the pain in his eyes
" It is really bad this time, Ed told you not to. The punish us again "
" Only me, "said Ed, his stomach sank. "You know it will not be just to you" Al was right. They had always been a good couple, and no matter As he had protested the idea of escaping Ed, Greed did not think so. And finally had to be more irritating with Ed, always using the most cruel punishments on how to crush his rebellion. Greed knew that the welfare of Al was locked in her heart, taking in his heart, taking his last punishment, trying to control others.
"Have you ever considered that I'm strong and I can not leave you," said Al smoothly. Ed'm listening, but did not believe it. Al could not possibly forget what it was before. The way they used to roam in their small town. As they watched the stars at night. As they once had the world to explore. Al could not possibly settle for being an Alchemist Greed serving the rest of his life. Of just go where I send. In only do what you said. In doing any alchemy to tell without asking why, or who, or how, or how this will affect someone else. A massacre of people is what made his alchemy. Lots of people. Horrible ways. How could Agreeing with this?
was true, as they played with the rules of Greed, he was generous with them. Never needed for food or books. Greed always had to travel, museums and showed them allowed a holiday on the ocean. But lately Greed had been more harsh on them - largely because Ed was damn bars on the window. The door closed at night. Greed then could dress in silk and have the sheets of his bed in the finest cotton money could buy, this does not mean much if you can not walk out the door when they wanted.

I'm not a kid anymore. I can not see under this thing forever, and probably will not let Al "I wonder what they will this time," Al muttered "Usually he does not expect this of us long before the story what he will." Ed pressed his lips making a determination. "I will not let you do something, I promise." But Al leaned away from him on the bed and turned away. "You can not make me that promise, brother. You can not save. Leave now." Ed curled up and looked again at the moon. It seemed he was just a few inches beyond the glass. How could something close if he was so far ...

How Do You Know You Ve Conceived

ME IF YOU LOOK, IF YOU LOOK ME ... I'll show YOU WANT TO SAY NO TALK

Roy Mustang was sitting in his office waiting for: the phone rang maybe or maybe something to happen important to deserve your attention or maybe he was thinking of ...
"Forget everything that happened between us was just a dream Colonel Mustang and dreams are forever about wake up and find someone that if you deserve it and maybe someday we will dream together again, but not is a promise, and with those words the blond boy boarded the train that began its march to an unknown destination. As
hurt Edward's departure, never imagining that it would last them forever, he knew that when you're young you think that all love is eternal but Edward was always different, their relationship was sexual just never felt love on the other, in fact ... never thought feel love for each other.

Roy spent his hands over his lips remembering the intoxicating taste of Edward's lips, if he was going to miss that taste, no doubt still miss everything about him. And worse: the feeling was mutual by the eldest son of Trisha: the national alchemist Edward Elric.

And is that who would say that Colonel Roy Mustang was so good to make you feel good?, A smile on the face of Edward whenever she recalled the way in which he and Roy had starting as his "RESPECT" ... if you can call it that way.

was a Saturday in the barracks after a posthumous training to the battle led by the homunculi, had been exhausting and Edward decided take a shower to cool, always liked to bathe with water to a frozen, until one could even say it was comforting to be in winter but this time he felt something warm behind him forced him to turn his gaze and found a Mustang under his uniform watering even trying to communicate your next mission under that water did make a gesture that sooner or later would try to kill this guy silly, but I see him naked was reacted with bright eyes and a grin that could melt to ice, ice your body now. There was also watching him and lowering his head to reach your lips and give way to a kiss best kiss of their lives. I remember like it was yesterday. Cursed
Edward
Endemodiadamente Elric was so beautiful, had not even been able to resist a brat as Elric. Question was still what it was that it had been besarlode that way, even thought that if they had left the bathroom immediately I had not done or had stopped eating fortune cookies with the rest of the army had not passed anything at all - a fist hit the desk and escpo tear from his eyes and rolled down his cheek, "but ... the truth, though difficult to accept, was that kiss was one of their most desperate desires from long ago. From the day in which he seemed to be more beautiful ... when he was just a child.

bastard "Edward murmured as he drew a transmutation circle in one of his books this and more was Roy Mustang, the co-ro-nel! every time they put these eyes of dying medium dog, that look of a child, so ... irresistible that could lead to death if they so wished Mustang. His bloody kisses, those who so enjoyed, those who had tested for the first time that unfortunate Saturday was undoubtedly the best moments of his life.

But ... the desire was gone to make way for love and that was something I will never accept ... neither. Both would prefer

froma amarc the flesh, in a way that did not link them romantically, they do not hurt when the deaque in which they would have had to let go.
also was another destination, something very different; and qe ewra certainly something starts hurting them to the most progundo of his soul.

After the recollections of meetings, the kiss and caress all teniea to get tears. Lagrimas
like that at this time were coming from the soul of Mustang is your office or who dropped leaning against a pole in the train station ... also reach repentance as Edward's feelings at this moment and is only Nostalgia in disguise to the point that wanted to get off at the next station and return to the side of the only person who never believed that love and was always falling in love, I felt guilty ... but ... promised not to return. Although Mustang promised never let him go, for the insurance was useless Edward was proud and haughty NEVER accept it, if told to do his life, would try to do it, promised not to return and not promises, no one had to be created hopes to recover on their own.

And while you are at the IDIA of not returning, the other was persuaded to go behind which was not any good. None
was going to give in, both would be missing me coming up with excuses for not returning, so as not to go after someone and left alone, losing the only thing I have never thought: Somebody to Love.

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arriving in Margaret Atwood, who faces a single vegada fos to life:



favor of women
silly ... the cabezahuecas
the sinseso, dumb blondes, teens they are too dumb stubborn to heed their mothers
All those who have a head full of birds, lush waitresses
All that we want a good day and give us the wrong change while inspecting the hair in the mirror,
All they put out in the freshly washed poodle in the microwave
All those whose boyfriends tell them that chlorophyll gum is a contraceptive, and believe it;
All who bite their nails because they do not know if you piss or out of the pot,
All that dare not speak the word "piss",
All heartily laughing with silly jokes like this, but do not understand its meaning.

"Do not live in the real world," he repeated warmly, but what kind of criticism is that?

If they do not live in it, the better for them. We also prefer.

And indeed they do not live in it, because these women are pure fiction: a fiction usually made by others, but sometimes even by themselves, even

Although women are so silly silly as pretending to be, pretend to love.

Men love them because they make even the fools they are ready, the women, for the same reason, and because they remember all the nonsense that they have committed themselves,

But most of all because without them there would be no stories. There would

stories! There would be no stories! Imagine a world without stories!

Well, that's exactly what you would have, if all women were ready.

The wise virgins prepared and keep the lamps filled with oil, and the groom arrives properly, and calls the main gate to the dinner;

No noise, no nuts, nor history.

What can be said of the wise virgins, those paragons of the vapidity?

bite their tongue, they think what they will say, they sew their clothes, they reach a high professional recognition, they do everything well and effortlessly.

are unbearable in a sense: they have no vices narrative: his wise smile exude too much knowledge, know too much about us and our foolishness.

suspect that host a stingy heart.

are too smart, not for its own sake but for ours.

Virgins dumb, on the other hand, let them turn off the lamps, and when the groom comes and rings the bell, they are asleep in bed, and he has to enter through the window;

And people screaming and stumbles, and identities are confused, and there are

scenes of persecution, destruction, and much noise successful: none of this would happen if these girls would not be without a boil.

Ah, the Eternal Woman Silly! We enjoy talking about it:

When you listen to false stories of plausible snake, and a free sample just biting the apple from the Tree of Knowledge, causing the birth of Theology;

O misleading when you open the box containing all the ills of the world, but is stupid enough to believe that Hope is a relief. Talk

wolves, without knowing what kind of beast it is:
"Where have you been all my life?", Ask them. "Where have I been all my life?" She replies.

know! We know! And we recognize the essence of the wolf when we see it!

"Beware," he shouted in silence, thinking of all the reactions we would if we were smart instead.

But trapped in the white pages, she does not hear us,
And keep bouncing, and gurgling, and innocently moving toward its destination.

(Innocence. Maybe that's the key to stupidity, we say to ourselves, convinced that we lost long ago.)

If he manages to escape, is due to luck or the hero of the moment: this girl would not find out or a plastic bag.

Sometimes courage is stupid, on the other hand, may also be wary, but also stupid.

incestuous fathers persecute by the monasteries in ruins, who has been lured by scams that deceive a fawn.

mice make it scream I feel chills and chattering teeth in the face of world threats,

Run - but running involves the legs, is a graceless movement - and that, rather, runs away.
flees in terror, taking the wrong road at every turn, his white silk scarf stands out in the darkness, and fled with it.

Orphaned and raised by aunts petty, bad choices when it comes to marriage, and is forced to dodge ropes, knives, mad dogs, stone pots falling from the balcony, its head directed against husbands smoothies and wicked looking money and blood.

Do not feel sorry for them when you see helpless, wringing her hands:
Fear is your armor.

Let's face it, she is our inspiration! Teddy's muse!

And the source of inspiration for men! Why, if not, there are the sagas of heroes,
of divine powers, able to work supernatural
If it is to be admired by women considered foolish enough to believe them?

Where do five hundred years of love poems, not to mention those pathetic and plaintive ballads that are all moaning and shivering musical?
Aimed at women who are foolish enough to find them seductive!

When a lovely woman tilts up mad,
Boasting good intentions, their desire to please,
And she takes advantage of someone, usually famous, either stupid or intelligent,
She falls in their networks, such as classical novels,
And get their way to the headlines, bewildered and tearful,
And there goes straight to our hearts.
"I forgive!" Scream. "We understand! Keep it up some more! ".

lecteuse Hypocrite! Ma semblable! Ma soeur!

up the cudgels on behalf of the silly women, who have given us
Literature.