CHAPTER 15

MAGGIE

            In the last couple of weeks I can in a word say what’s my physical state: deplorable.

            I have been feeling indisposed, I sleep a lot, I eat like an untamed animal and I have acquired compulsive gastronomical tastes.

            Yesterday, as an exemple, I put on my head I had to have Sandler’s fried chicken. I spend the afternoon in the clinic picturing those crispy drums sticks in my mouth, then, I got out of the clinic it was evening already and drove to the city entrance just to buy two buckets of crisps chicken thighs with hot sauce.

            When I got home, Hunter was worried waiting for me in the living room, stuck to the telephone.

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