12 février 2009
stranger than fiction
The story began over the rooves of a suburbs, it was the morning and the sky was faintly lit. By a shutter we saw a man, Harold Crick, who was asleep and few minutes later the alarm clock of a wristwatch rang. This man, Harold Crick, was a fastidous and a methodical man, he always brushed his teeth, up and down, back and forth, thirty-eight times after wake up at quater past seven, then he got dressed by wearing formal clothes and finally tied his tie in a single windsor.
He should be an accountant at the tax departement that why he keeps counting thaught he doesn't speak much. And now he is extremely worried because he hear the narrator's voice.
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