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Date Posted: 11:40:36 01/23/01 Tue
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Bitter Sweet Symphony (No.4)

I'm running. Through the street, I can't see anyone clearly. Everyone is walking in their own
pace. Nobody is chasing another one. In this moment, I think I'm the only one running, the fastest.
That's me, a kind of spontaneous arrogance.

"Hey, buddy, you're late."
"I... just... have.. an important phone call from a friend. I'm sorry. Hah...hah...let..let me
have a breath."

"There's no time for you. He have waited you for a long time, let's move, man!"

I'm lying. Choosing to run to here instead of taking transport was my idea. The route, I have been planned.
It's true there was an important phone call, but the caller was me, not the recepient. Also, he is not my friend.
This man is a smart guy. You can notice this through the conversation, although it is short. I don't think he believes in such stupid lie.

I'm still breathing deeply when walking to the first floor. He stops in front of a room, which is
opposite to the selling machine, and knocks the thick door slightly.

No one respond.

"What the hell you're knocking at ?" a man, who have the weight problem obviously, shouting in the ponderous tone
at our back.

(To be continued...)

Note: This is the fourth episode, that's why no.4 I put at the end of the title. Everyone can review the last three, which are the last three messages I have posted.If there have anyone want to.

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