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I opened the door of my room, and a film-blowing as I transfer the freezing bone marrow. It was like opening Pandora's box, cold spread across the ancient world, the ice cubes around the world became a little harder and a child in the southern hemisphere broke a palette to bite your lemon polo.

A penguin pass between my legs, sliding at full speed on the floating platform and frozen.

Exhale for the first time before this cold ever known, and the steam that came out of my lungs to stand still in the air, completely static. Crystallized with a very cool sound, like someone stepping on glass slippers a dry leaf covered with snow, and broke the ground into a thousand pieces.

The room was dark. Leave my keys, along with the wallet and cellphone and take a couple of blankets to wear it above the batamanta, which had about ...

- yeah!

- Hola, Os car-the sound of your voice will freeze your nose inside, and spoke very rare, as well as choppy, with a hollow sound like made by slowly melting ice.

- But what the hell ...?

- I'm Hot. With Shift particles. Everything has an original gene, and mine is the rotting your inhabitants. Do not you know? Come, sit here with me.

- Dude, Get off of my bed, you're leaving all done a Christ.

- Oh. Per dona-low in a slow, deliberate, leaving a blanket of moisture with a clear picture of your butt.

Standing in the middle of my room I paid attention to detail: Media more than two feet, not counting those horns, antlers similar to those of the reindeer, one that seemed made of dead wood and dry. Still higher up, a cloud always accompanied him at the same distance, as if his position due to come home the point that it was his nose. An endless snow gently faded elegance and never touches the ground. Her skin was perfect, no creases or marks of any kind, only blue, and shone as bright ice about to melt. Her arms, long thin seemed the same material as their horns and knotted hands, trembling slightly big at the ends. Finally his feet, leaving a frozen puddle on the floor, fingers lacked. I guess that's the same reason that Juanito Oiarzabal.

- What are you doing here?

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- Moola, my own monster cold there in my bedroom window fogging out. I had always wanted one of those. Hey, I stayed home for them, we're going to dinner, would you come?