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S and was one in the room when a strange male scent enveloped her. He lost all concentration on his novel and smothered, came into the hall dthe hotel to see where it came from the pungent smell. There was no one, neither up nor down, even dared to peek through the mystery section of the room 706 which had produced so much fear in previous moons. Was returned to his room, quickly, fearing that a hatchet slit his head on the road. I was really losing the calm and wisdom, repented of having accepted the job, had not even progressed to the happy novel. The words were more dead than ever and at night, Konstantina ran away could feel the paper, as boring as desperate, and looking more shrewd feathers. (Q Noue had feathers at the round). Put two swabs in the nose, to prevent strangers aromas caught, and went for a walk through the snowy maze. I was walking down the hallway on the main floor when she was seen behind him stood the great hall. He felt helpless. Took several laps to verify that there was nobody around. Then he could not help but notice the family size box was displayed behind the desk of the concierge. I looked at her piercingly felt. A man of middle age and smoking a pipe in his hand, surely one of the founders of the hotel in his younger years. Couldswear that was, I'd bet there was life in her eyes. suddenly the subject-painting blinked. Konstantina ran and felt he would continue to arrive in Mexico. Just able to penetrate into the labyrinth. The clear sky soon filled with giant clouds that threatened ammunition. It was time to go back and communicate with her lover on the radio station. Not known but two months ago were leaving. Konstantina poems he dedicated and devoted her tropical storms and last name. One day the man was away from work and little and puts the horns with his replacement: A meteoREFACE French hippie. Hippie indeed a French meteorologist, primarily because it was hippie. He said voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir and went crazy. The next day he caught a fist in the radio station. For more than Konstantina tried to get his hands crossed wires of communication. This time her lover was waiting with a bit of music on a distant radio. Were the carols, Christmas was approaching and the hotel did not have a tree decorated. All around. However, thousands of giant pines. When he finally came out of the maze was 15 minutes late for your appointment. He ran for the giantdoor, do not even notice the man in the box, lifted her eyebrows. That if you could not skip the whole hotel had become a strange pigmentation, red. The walls of the engine room had a red tone, loud, harassing. Konstantina just closed his eyes and took the microphone from the radio. Her boyfriend told her to hear what they would do if they were together. She felt like she had been a few times, her body was rising on the cold walls of the Overlook. Back to the floor of Hotel discovered he needed a male.