My half dead.

Chapter 4.

The man, set up the pestole, because man and instantly, I was afraid.

"What are you doing with her? "he asked him, but looked uncertain, to me.

"If you mean she is me, a woman. He got up on me, "I said desperately.

"May I ask for her hand? "he asked and I slapped his hand away.

"I do not want to marry her. "I yelled at him.

"Where was her strong voice when he laid on her." He grabbed his, hand and pulled him away, away from me, and I had to start laughing.

"Sorry, sorry, but you're pulling, not me, please." I said, laughing.

"Shit," he shouted.

,, If then? he asked, with a lot of drama in his voice.

"Because boy, man who lay on me," I said, now interested.

"No, I did not want that. "he said, repenting.

"Well, I would have been happy if you had saved me," I said, looking at him cockily.

"Shit, what stinks like that?" He said, moving his nose to smell better.

"Bah, can not you, your bind, not throw away? ", asked he.

"That's not their bind." The doctor said.

"I'm still there, too." Added the Art, hanging like a bow down.

"That stinks, yes, like poison." That said, man and in the process, would make me quite clear.