Marco closed the laptop. The silence was still there, but now it felt less like an enemy and more like a cellmate. He wasn't fixed. He was still alone. But for the first time that night, he felt a strange, gritty permission to just be the lonely man in the small apartment.
Para entender por qué alguien buscaría desesperadamente , hay que entender el atractivo del hombre detrás de la leyenda. Marco closed the laptop