Manuel’s room is almost all gone now.

The books and CDs have been packed. We’ve disassembled the two silver armchairs that we got last year in Ikea together. J-Dawg almost died when Manuel tried to pour some wine refused by the simian gentleman a minute before. We threw transparent, unwanted compact discs out of the window. Passerbys survived, unfortunately.

We cooked the last meal in this room. It was a heavy lunch. We’re feasting on fresh, juicy green grapes now.

Life is good and it goes on.

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