Ratacit intre doua gulii plutitoare, Joel isi alunga transpiratia rememorand festivitati nocturne. Puternic dar pe undeva chiar galbior, mandru in esenta-i planetara si morcovit de junghiuri, dadu din nou drumul la jeturi. K. Mereu K. Doar K.

He never saw her face. Running aimlessly around an emptying town, her presence everywhere, one step ahead of his thoughts, Joel felt the pressure mounting. The earrings. It bothered him the most.

2 saptamani.