Tormenta cerebral / Brainstorm

   The taste of iron was not to be ignored. Maybe it was because of the cold that had swept through the city around those...

   I loved to be the one hugging him, tightly, beneath the covers when it was raining outside or above them, naked, during the summer. Waki...

   Jean grabbed her purse and the bag where she kept her laptop. She walked very fast but tried not to look angry, disappointed or anything...