Last night, Charlotte was on my dreams. We were sleeping on the same room for some reason.
Eventually, she'd get up and wandered about. After noticing that I was seeing her naked legs, she gasped in a cute shyness.
She was working addictively, and apparently slept for only half an hour. I felt some deep connection between us, as she looked at me tenderly.
Later on, some guys were messing with my musical instruments - my electronic drums, my guitar and my pedals - cutting my cables saying that they were bad quality cables, and that there was some interference because of that.
Charlotte was still there.
Uma linha de produção, com um tipo de produto único. Cada unidade é levemente diferente da outra, mas a essência é a mesma. As diferenças se dão devido ao leve nível de artesanato que há no produto. Poderia dizer-se que há um toque único em cada produto, mas a fôrma é a mesma, a matéria é a mesma e a máquina que produz é a mesma. A sutil unicidade surge pela aleatoriedade.
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