For the first time we were happy. It was twelve and had just shut down the subway. We managed to breach the security and we were so happy and satisfied as two children after eating a chocolate cake, but really had not eaten anything for three or four days. We ran from place to place and sang some old songs in broken French. Represent a sequence that we really liked a Chaplin film, but could not contain us and we ended up laughing.
When we got tired of fooling around, we smoked between the two and was the last cigarette, I think, tastier than cake that we had not eaten. In the end, he kept the cigarette in his pocket and got in the path laid out by the tracks. We walked for hours in the darkness of the tunnels, we passed through many seasons. Rats with their little eyes lit us incarnate. Until finally the dark, deaf felt tremor awakening city dweller. Satisfied and victorious ran to meet the first train.
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