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miércoles, 9 de enero de 2013

The barbecue


His life did not change after the motorbike accident. He kept on running his beach pub. One day he was preparing a hamburger at his barbecue when the telephone rang. While he was talking, he smelled burnt meat. It was the fingers of his paralyzed arm. He hang up.