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twelve o'clock at night and she, hands on hips, screaming:
- What, eh, are you going to stay another day without leaving home? I got very sick, you know? Last week I left there, and there still, lying on the couch, giving the remote control as a moron. Then you complain that you get the horns with others ... But it's your fault. What do you think, uh, because I'm in love with you I will allow that I dry the brain? Well, think again. There may be people who lose their heads or do not know who he is, but I have it firmly on the shoulders. So move, do something! Live, dammit!
Her husband, who has heard the commotion from the bedroom, entered the studio and watches for a while. She, now silent, biting nails in front of the screen. He approaches her, takes her hand and gently says,
"Look, honey, I did not mind eating sugary Thursday macaroni. Nor am I angry yesterday when we misplaced our car and spent two hours searching the streets of downtown. I even turned a deaf ear when he names while making love. But forget our son at the gate of the school ... Over there, no way! If you do not finish soon with this novel, I think our marriage is going to go to hell.
"Sorry, honey," her head bowed, "you're absolutely right.

He kisses, turn off the computer and go to bed.
Two hours later she returned on tiptoe. Turn on your computer, open the document and quietly says to the screen:
"And you know, you idiot, I can find another actor with just snapping my fingers. Understood?

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One morning, when Armando Castro had just left his house on the way to work, came across a man with a loaf of bread under his arm. Just ten steps ahead, drops began to fall. Armando turned around in search of umbrellas and watched the strange bread was served in his garden. Intrigued, she followed at a distance. On reaching the house, the guy pulled a latch-key and opened the door. A brown dog jumped into his shoulders are full of licks. While closed, she heard the cheerful voice of a woman. Enraged, he prepared to enter but did not fit her key into the lock. The revised and verified that it was the same one he had closed minutes before leaving. He walked around the garden to reach the kitchen window. He saw them gathered in front of their cups of breakfast: his wife, two sons and the bread man, from time to time, gave the dog pieces. Observed puzzled how the scenes were repeated half an hour earlier he had starred. When he raised his hand to beat furiously on the glass, the reflection returned the face of a man who was not him.