Forsaken

"Have you forsaken us?", inquired an upset Figueira, biblically, "did it have to be now I've been striving so much to improve?"

It's six twenty-five a.m. And yes, it's true, been to Curitiba, a seminar on Bipolar Disorder in children. Apologized to them, their looks were suspicious, mainly Panotti's, he's been suspicious since we last met. I planned to blindfold them again. They opposed me as much as they could, but I did it just the same. "You're blind anyway", I declared, "why not face it blindfolded?"

I guided them to the mat and had them wrestle. No referee. Any wrestler wanting to quit would have to hit the mat with his hand. Unless they recognized each other's wrestling style, they wouldn't know who they were playing. At the end of the practice, all wanted to know who the steamroller was that had nailed them all to the mat. Figueira was the only one who wasn't very curious about it at all.

Sole survivor | Dancing on black ice

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