Bem, sozinho já não estou, isso é de certeza..! Claro que ela reparou nas minhas olheiras, mas acho que o "tenho tido trabalho a mais" a convenceu. Ela até nem tinha ficado (muito) chateada por eu não ter trocado os lencóis da cama passadas três semanas. não fosse por estarem cheios de migalhas e manchas de chocolate das bolachas que comi na cama. Ainda fui a tempo de esconder as duas Playboy e a Maxmen que comprei enquanto ela estava fora. Não tive a mesma sorte com a panela esquecida atrás do sofá da sala. Isso explica o cheiro a bolor que vinha a sentir nos últimos dias... .... Ai! Afinal o cheiro a bolor também vinha do vaso de flores já mortas que ela me comprou antes de ir embora para dar mais vida á casa.. uuuups.
FIM (da boa vida)
Home Alone - day 16 (epiloge)
Well, not alone any more, that's for sure.. Of course she noticed my dark eye rings, but I think the "I have been having too much to do at work" convinced her. She wouldn't have got (too) upset about me not having changed the bed sheets for three weeks, if only they weren't covered in crumbs and stains from the chocolate chips I had been eating in bed. I was still able to hide the two Playboy and a Maxmen I bought while she was away. I didn't had the same luck tough, with a cooking pot I forgot behind the living-room's couch. That explains the mold-like smell around the house... ....Uh! Just found that the mold smell was also coming from the vase with now dead flowers, she bought before leaving to give some more life to house.. uuuups.
THE END (of easy living)
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