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Holaaa! Nothing, I'm going to let his birthday present to the magnificent amandabeicker , with a couple of days late, Unacceptable: (. And it damn I do not know how I could miss. And then I'm here, hoping that this chorrific of my best all, you do not know how much I appreciate it as my first friend in the elejota and because although we do not know much, I know I can count on you and you know you can count me as a true friend. Thanks for everything, beautiful, and happy birthday (HYPER LATE!) & hearte; to armed around him.

For a few seconds, repeated itself in his mind that this should not be happening, and closed his eyes, because they simply did not believe and would not stand to see the faces of all when they found out. closed his eyes because he could surprise her more than any regret that he had begun to feel, and because he wanted to remember for a second, keeping it in his memory as a precious secret, as one who always was not a ghost of someone who did not return.
closed his eyes because he believed that the world may not continueas hallucinations wrap your head, I knew that this was not the right way of doing things.
I should have to have your baby in a hospital with his mother whispering words of encouragement in his ear, nervous with her boyfriend on the other side of the door, saving you a nurse plastic pain. He ought to be. Some parents waiting for their new baby on the other side of the door. A flight that had arrived safe destination. A nightmare that never happened. That was not fair. I had never been fair under the circumstances less. He wondered if he'll want & iaand, inside, trying to hold on to what once had been, important jobs, work, family. Trying to keep everything fresh in the memory because most were confident that never again.
Because some of them had died that day of the accident and now they were only shadows. Because they had something from the beginning. Yet she did not. Because she had nothing and now I found everything.
For in that Aaron had begun to grow within it, millions of expectations had been complicit in their dreams lost in childhood, and then room & iacutee; an been severed, one by one. Had come to believe that after giving her child up for adoption, there would be nothing to her. Because his family was broken, his work was nothing, her happiness was just a void where once there was love.
And there had ended, with people just destroyed her. With fugitives, with torturers, with lucky with alcoholics, criminals, desperate, ... with drug addicts, people who had nothing and had always wanted everything. Was over there filling a void in an unexpected way, because he had discovered that she may not need to bemp; eacute; l. Because he had been there just a second. Because now everything was unfair. Because he had survived because he had learned not to fear, had learned to trust again. And now he was caught. Now Aaron will never remember, now, that island would swallow her womb, its history, as he did with anyone who stepped on wrong, and came to think that there could more.
Because the tears would not come out and because he wanted now was screaming and shouting with all their might. But Aaron was therewho had died as a hero, with all the strength she had always known he was capable. Because had died in a second, and would be nothing. And soon no one will remember or say his name and his spirit would be lost in silence. Except for her, because when the world trembled she called in a whisper, because he had protected and had remembered it when everyone was on his own, and now she owes , aa it exactly that reason. would call his name, and contemplate the stars, and seek her hand and

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Fandom: Merlin
Category: One-Shot took epic proportions and had to be accommodated in chapters xD
Words: 9619 (for now ...)
Gender: Comedy, Adventure, Comedy of intrigue, with small dabs of drama, because I'm a drama queen.
Characters: Hints Morgana / Merlin, Merlin / Arthur. Merlin and Morgana basically entangled in time and temporary spaces thanks to a spell that went wrong. And Nimueh. And Uther. And possibly Morgause.
Warnings: Spoilers the first two seasons of Merlin, at least. And crack. Much crack.
Notes: not to be taken very seriously




First Party Second Party:

Suddenly the streets of Camelot in the past did not seem so lovely. While giving full walls that in the future should not beand stick-throwing magic balls or stones or re-enhanced metal stuff or something. They would not stop to find out.

Shit. They were now in a closed street, and those strange men who do not see the eyes they are fiercely targeted approach.

That was the time in which any pursuer would like to say the sentence, or show off for having been caught, or perhaps take a discursillo of those to which the villains were just as prone (because they had to be villains , right?), but the silence corpse that was buried between them and their opponents made him think that those must haveIan witnessed a magic so strong for someone so cheerful, even among themselves.
Morgana nodded quickly because the way they looked at her and was going to be uncomfortable. Merlin suddenly closed a mouth that did not know you had open.

- Where are we? "Asked the witch, quickly taking over the situation.

Nimueh benevolence and looked at the magician looked around. There was an inch of wall that were not dealt with magical room where they had come to stop. Books, Pergamuminos, flasks, potions, guts, cages of live animals, plants, pots, carpets with great properties, candles, sing song, stuffed critters and bright powders.

"This is where I live. They will be seguros.-spoke so slow and velvety, while I watched with infinite understanding cariñoy .- The door has a charm against external forces.

took a breath for a second and peered into their faces, still disturbed by so much emotion and that seemed to look with much curiosity.

- which means they can only go in if I let entrar.-explained below whileas his eyes glowed .- Although we already know you. Merlin

wondered exactly how would she know they were magic without knowing their names. It was a capability that could be easily seen, he knew firsthand that hides his secret had been half a lifetime. But soon the answer became clear.

- Why were they pursuing the knights of the time? - He said it without malice, just curious, as I was grabbing a stool lined with grass and watched them indagante.

-Con that were ... "Merlin whispered to himself, although allI listen.

- Are ... travelers? He asked Nimueh ignoring him and uttered the last word with a special tone, as if he had a taste for the forbidden.

Then everything made sense. Nimueh why they had been protected. Why it had taken an interest. They were pursued by the knights of the time. Morgana for trying to kill Uther, crushed him for a butterfly, two events that interrupted the continuity of time "horribly." So Nimueh had known what they were, knew they were witches out of the normhad broken that taboo of time travel, and their dreamy eyes, full of admiration were but consequences of it.

Before any of them, what impact would think in the future would have met Nimueh before it was a dangerous witch, each answered your question quickly. -Yes

muttered Morgana, united in brotherly love with its predecessor in terms of making life miserable Uther was.

"No." replied Merlin while trying to save another paradox similar to the butterfly and even make matters worse. CH
r, but still said nothing as he jumped from one side to another cheerfully and offered something to eat. And if there was anything that would give more hunger to be pursued in the distant past by the Knights of the time, allied with your worst enemy, Merlin did not know him. Not yet, for now.

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was something strange look again to a person they believed dead. And if it was in the past even more. Nimueh should have suspected when the two young people took away the sight of him and blinked as she recounted the interesting story of the son of a botanist at the corner, but gave no indication of thisn as the witch had to go do some shopping ... you guessed it, the botanist of the corner.

Morgana smiled.

"I wonder if it would be so nice if you knew that you are who mata." answered Merlin bright eyes and grimaced.

-

"So ... so I guess you two are hechiceros.-heard his hostess say excitedly, while rummaging through books Nimueh between something that might be useful. The disorder was not normal there.

A Merlin a shiver down her spine, by the way you say dand the witch, shouting, screaming, and without any subtlety, while aerated most distinguished public secret to his cluttered den. Morgana

weighed the statement could be said that they were sorcerers when neither had magic now and the most you were able to do was to sound the crickets?

- Can you help then finish preparing my hepimog elixir?

The two time travelers crossed eyes. There was nothing special to prepare an elixir, life insurance, or infatuation, or whatever you wanted Nimueh. But the fact that it was of hepimog, one andspecie of magical creature in the form of rabbit completely extinct in the future, he would open them eyes with something like curiosity in one case, and greed in another.

At least if you were stuck there, would like to learn a little.

first learned that the son of botanist named Gaius and Merlin spat a bit of lunch on the nose. Secondly, that this elixir of true love was for him. And thirdly, that the jaws of biting hepimogs they were using. According Nimueh, the potion would be so effective that it was worth every bites. For itsposition, she was not responsible for them out teeth.

the witch, while she crush the remaining spices, see how they bustled between the two, with only hands and fingers to get them out one by one all the molars, and as a good observer who was your question, rather was a certainty, not long in coming: "They have

magia. smiled .- the spell went wrong, no? Morgana

suddenly sank into the deep pit of shame, her lips pursed and his cheeks were stained, so it was Merlin who had to answer for it with a barely perceptible nod. CHTM
in ... "Her voice was becoming increasingly Low." Books and sorcerers who have tried, under the table, of course ... because they know that this is the only kind of magic has been banned ... ...

say No. They knew that the prohibition of magic had begun there. And if he had done must have been for a reason. Still, that did not care at that time that had remained static Nimueh hoping to continue with their predictions. It seemed a little unsure of whether to say what was on his mind, and Merlin and Morgana are suddenly fearedhow their situation could worsen.

for the cosmos apparently was not enough to be pursued by the knights of the time, having killed a butterfly and star have changed the order of the universe, make friends with one of the greatest wizards of all time, yes, there has killed with his own hands and do it all with his worst enemy. No. It seemed that as soon as he was, would never be enough.

"I do not describe exactamente.-Nimueh tried to downplay, but still, the low tone with which he pronounced his words predicted fatalidad." It's like a huge white space as &

is ... Delete? What the hell did that mean exactly? The two enemies stared, joined now by one thing, consternation about what the future held, somewhat ironic due to the fact that they were time travelers, after all.

"But ... it has a solution.

Nimueh words were almost like a poem in which both were embedded. Frantic, hungry for more, full of ideas to a lesser extent desmoralizacióny desesperacióny hope now was filled for a second.

"What ...C-It was quickly answered, stone-Morgana, dancing in his hands .- The Fandorin stone.

- Fandorin's stone, "Merlin turned to her impressed.

- Where did you get? "Muttered indignantly, wondering where Morgan would have gotten the rock legend, myth best kept secret of the Druid priests of Gaul. That it had been that poo brown boulder he had used in its thermal bath. Why there was no longer ask how much power he had left something so small.

-Heritagefamiliar.-witch muttered, refusing to look at him, before setting their full attention on a Nimueh seemed ecstatic. What

family heritage, or eight rooms. Had stolen from somewhere, or have bought a very expensive price. Have killed, blackmailed and charmed more than one, that Merlin was completely safe.

And all the properties of the stone, he thought desperately. The so-called "flame of peace" in the hands of that terrible poor whose highest aspiration was to kill cruelly-novalelapena-Uther Pendragon. & Ikkeshstant easy. Morgana smiled with satisfaction, before he has a glance at Merlin, who really had no idea where the stone could be Fandorin at that time.

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- Can you pass me the aberrations?

Morgana looked up from the book of runes that had been stuck the last hours in his vain attempt to find some clue to where the stone could be found in that period time.

She had been last seen in the year 455 in Constantinople, and if they had to travel to Constantinople to, Merlin, as he lowered his gaze. No. There had been enemies ever since. In that she was wrong.

The magician looked in his eyes who always found that loophole, that color family telling him that this was Morgan le Fay, Morgana it five years ago, and she was disarmed by a second, before closing eyes and reloading your posture. It was already hopeless.

Merlin sighed and looked at him significantly.

Oh no. They came back, eyes closed Morgana rummaging inside a little patience. No speech. Do not think she could cope against Nimueh, that and go &

The witch continued hopping from his hiding place, humming a love song that belonged only to her and the son of the botanist. Merlin shrugged again and tried to follow, without thinking too much about what he meant to say Nimueh with that. After all, he had more important things that focus.

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- What is it? "He said cheerfully, ignoring the choking which instantly threw his guests .- The future, I say.

But there was no need clarification. Merlin and Morgana and both were in their seats, watchingthe simple bowl of soup Nimueh had offered before leaving with a languid look. Morgana

bit her lip and look crystal Merlin suddenly clamped down and became a total guilt. If something could have hurt more than menacing strike Morgana had sat under the table, was the possibility of having to talk to Nimueh their future.

course omit certain parts (as it could have indicated he was having dinner with his murderer), but still, it was still truly painful to tell someone how everything was going to fret. CHore do a spell to see, I never had enough valor.-clarified then, without giving them time to send a look full of compassion .- You need a powerful magic, you know?

Maybe that's why they looked as if they were the messiah incarnate, Morgan thought, but did not.

"Yeah, well ..." Merlin answered ambiguously, when the silence was even more uncomfortable.

- What is Uther the king? "Continued the young sorceress with enthusiasm .- Your wedding is next week.

I keep pronouncing the last sentence cirse herself reflected in that poor deluded, and knowing what would happen to her, his good wishes, and the future of magic in Camelot.

-Yes-Merlin said quickly before his companion had time to say nada. "Very good, very ... kind.

-Nimueh.-Morgana looked at exalted, sister to sister, persecuted persecuted in desperate desperate .- Do not do business with ...

The kick came as a fireball and he bowed to Morgana pain, again recalling his post. They could not change anything. It was extremely dangerous. They did not want to change anything. And yet everythingor seemed so unfair. Her tears were suddenly not only pain, but of pure horror and anger.

- "Who?" Murmured Nimueh not understand much.

Merlin shook his head before standing up from his place at the table. Although unwilling to admit, he did not like that. They could save a lot of pain, many deaths in just a second, just an observation. But it was too dangerous. "We should

irnos." He said before being thwarted in their area of morality exacerbated .- We should start looking for the stone. Morgana

stood behindEly Nimueh said goodbye with a hug. Her lips pursed in a grimace of disappointment accompanied him back to the street and met again helplessly, not knowing how to begin to pursue and achieve their missions. Again

alone. Again desolate. Again feeling the danger under the skin. Back in translucent that world somewhere in the past that did not belong. Not yet.

looked sideways at his companion, and his mouth began to mutter a few words: "Where do I start? ". But he had no chance of that. The swirl of light engulfed them

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powerful Protector. Power, will, energy, certainty, consistency, firmness, rigor, accuracy, fairness and positive. Realization.

Roger Sterling was killed. And I felt in every pore, every one of her puffing on their cigarettes imported in each of their drafts generous spirits of yesteryear.

since I was young, Roger had felt he was dying. And there was no way to be sure, but that did not prevent awoke every day with a sardonic smile, ready to scour the world for another day. CHTdre on a horse.

was final death reached them at all. And he would end up reaching the same rate, regardless of how desnalgues might commit.

Still, since I was a child, had always thought his father had been talking at least a little seriously.
In the eyes of his father he had been a darling, a spoiled clings to the skirts of his mother (Y is that it always had, the legs of the women were his weakness ), good for nothing, always a dreamer with his head in the clouds. A wimp would rather pet rabbits to hunt. A or & amr smoke and life now that was just him, his days of innocence had to be left behind to be replaced cruelly by her father's last wish: to rule in righteousness Sterling -Cooper.

But there were things that soothed his mind and his body shook in the long nights, sets of memories, last words, it had only counted in the heat of the sheets to a single person. Why? Maybe because she thought that only the judge understood without.

She had knocked on the door for a couple of months. He

Laro. Perhaps the way that seemed to read it and know what is proponíay know exactly what was on his mind reminded him of his father's bad habits, or when trying to lie to his mother at age six and she always seemed to know the truth.

He was afraid. But at the same time made him feel different, and that, that maybe it was what he needed and what he had always aspired. Had quickly become his protector. Suddenly the world looked bright and always had something promising in the day, suddenly no matter how bad things were going, Roger Sterling rose with a smile, because shereminded her first who he was and who it was. And I could never thank you enough for that.

Who knew that all he needed a man absorbed in his great lie was a little truth from time to time? And the big lie was that, I was happy with that legacy work. I was happy with his daughter married. I was happy every day because I had enough money to rot in it. I was happy because every day that his eyes looked at him with raised eyebrows and parted lips, she could see beyond that soul who pretended to be feliz and was trapped somewhere in the past, bound by the ghost of an old daredevil who had intended, for a game, a life full of pretensions and games of chance, only for the brave . And that was the greatest truth of all. That was really a coward.

And suddenly, regardless of the things that could bring the day. Morning problems, responsibilities unfilled, everything was cleared for a few moments with her, with her silence and telling a great truth, a great secret that had never admitted to himself and suddenly lived and died on his lips into oblivion because she forgave tperiod. And the room was filled with color and then white. And the world smiled. And he felt strong enough to keep walking, despite the failures, although not to fill the quota, despite losing money and lose life every second, because suddenly it was not é l, and he was more than that. Because nothing mattered to him now, and was again a child. Because he was the kind of man who thought everything would be okay after all.





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"It's
time, Roger .- The elder Mr. Cooper voice sounds worn and tired. But Roger Sterling is now so used to her and her nagging you for a second ignore it.

office sinks into a deep silence and the heir of Sterling raises his head, suddenly realizing that if your sponsor is there outside his office zen, it must be something important. More than a childish skirt or a reprimand.

"It's time to decide what to do.

- What to do - raising an eyebrow answer yet fully understand.

"Your father and I knew that this moment would ever. Yion of the company. His head was full of responsibilities and an impeccable management while he oversaw everything and let the creative problems and will depart from the hands. While bebíay smoked and fucked in the corners. If end of Sterling & Cooper, it is true that must be her fault. "You're young Murmura todavía.-OLD MAN I'm an old man. It's time you make your decisions. What should we do? - What are the options? "Try to say Roger with a sarcastic tone as he shrugs his shoulders as if to say" Do not let me alternative. "

"You know what .- And then the figure of Bert becomes a ghost of his father as he watches with those eyes devoid of all faith .- You can decide to let it go or fight for it. Roger Sterling

sighs. There was never another option.

has millions in his bank account, and the choice was yours, yours alone. Bert Cooper wants to rest, you see the world from your mind in the afterlife, and stroll through the park only wearing socks. Does he? He still has at least a decade of life ahead and the world must take on.

indeed is an easy option. You can reverse tErto with them and their way of seeing life.

Gradually the sun is hiding in the relief of the night. And the lack of light in the office is even more striking. They, the remaining five, there waiting for a miracle that never comes to soon begin to wonder in light did not know they had, just for a second, while his eyes adjust to darkness.

already have all gradually disappeared. Joan has left alone with a smile and secretly recorded between her cheeks highlighted by his red hair shining. Pete and Peggy had been engulfed by the confidences shared and the burden of defeat and the wreck. Don, after having metdo with his wife, looks away while his eyes twinkle and says nothing.

know it's time to leave. Bertrand

Cooper reminded the members that they must meet again in April to sign the closing of the renunciation compañíay their jobs. But nobody seems to listen. All seek the shelter of the night.
And Roger Sterling says goodbye to his father's dream with a nod and a smile that will forever remain in his face, disappears down the street and never step on again.












discomfort, pretense, arrogance, vanity. Groping in the dark, desorientacOS that would be flowers and kisses and cuddles for all eternity. He had been in love, and boy had been, but that was no excuse to become silly. Everything was a turning point in just a few seconds, when suddenly his will and bowed saw an occasional hit another that had to cover with makeup the next day was waking moments.
assumed that marriage must be. I did not. I never knew. Never was there to verify. I had never known his father, but never lacked companions to his mother. And she hads whispering in his ear words hot llegaríaa that may never fully understand, and spent images of beaches and bays that had seen in magazines but never in real life. Sometimes volvíaa

feel all over again, while he was snoring at his side, and his eyes were frozen in terror. I could feel it all over him again, biting, finishing it, strangling and loving it, as only thus could. The feelings of returning to travel, fear in the chest, the terror in his throat, the desperation in his soft hands and therefore accustomed to that wrestled ó that no attention to her when he wanted to defend himself. And then she and her gaze, transported to that place in the room, that picture on the dresser of a house on the beach in a tropical country lost would never know. That photo that clung in those hard times, to remind herself that there was something more that she really was not that Joan was under there in that bed, that all imaginacióny was she was really young back there, taking a milkshake, with his red hair loose, smelling the sea, burying their toes in the sand and wishing. Wanting to alls, his conquests, his way of mastering it all over again, for a second, while it believed abatíay the world can not continue walking in this darkness, knowing what awaited him later at home.

She wondered then if it was true love and his mind was blank. I thought once heard him Roger, who always spoke in their thoughts, say something between the lines of "Red, if you wonder if it's love is that it is not. Sometimes everything is broken, but not completely if you get to question you if they really are doing. It's simple. Pure mathematics. Pure sales brochures. But only t & uacI, s guts than brains. But still, something happened between them.

The textbooks say that opposites attract. But Joan did not think so much less. Joan thought that the same were destined always to be found. And maybe one of these fatal morning, when asked if he had lived for the night would have been a truth or a lie, that was what had made them look into each other. Two souls were mad, destroyed about to break that lived at that boundary between reality and fantasy, between love and hate, between the feared and adored. And so equal, complementary, were found,or protective, and although this was only an act of vanity, he liked to think he had done with the sole purpose of saving him, and they had been. It was not worth dying for love, had said, she said, trying to convince herself that this was the absolute truth. Centuries spent convincing the world otherwise, Romeo and Juliet, Orpheus and Eurydice, Trsitáne Isolde. But it was all a lie, a lie of the medium, he would know specifically who was a specialist creative fool people.

And then they lived on a tightrope. Trying to swim without drowning intentandcould find the other side. Lost in a whirl of doubt, while the sand swallowed her legs and dried sea water through his fingers. And his lungs were filled with salt water fríay, and your mind just a thought. Rather die and to die in the dark.






Happiness
material, collaboration. Success. Placer, energy, motivation, inspiration. Commitment or lost work.



Joan It's very cold but not feel it. Is the price you pay for fresh air and get out. And running down the street with a smirk for doing their trdown to the last minute.

street lights are on. And the cars travel at the speed of thunder through his side, without paying much attention. It's January and people no longer know what to do. After Christmas there is always that emptiness in the air that surrounds us all. Restless. You no longer have to buy anything, and do not prepare anything, and not have to love anyone, not to believe.

And then they turn around and continue their hectic lives without paying much attention at all, an obsession at full speed, full color. A society of instant pleasure that does not stop to observe the color of the cielo the night, or starlight, or smell that brings the tree on the corner with broken branches, or the sound of footsteps in the snow.

Yet Miss Halloway, who had ceased to be a lady, it does. And close your eyes as you feel and relive. The night is dark, and there are stretches where the lighting fails. And there is no smell of the sea, and sand, and sirens. And yet breathe, and live and feel. And besides all that. Not afraid. For once, in a long long time, feels nothing more than happiness and tranquility. Although should grab a taxi, it does not and continues walking. Aimlessly, because now it's freeAs a song says something there, it is a way to go. Do not know what to do, or rather what tastes good. Has left the Sterling & Cooper will not return and now feels at peace. Has breathed the oppressive atmosphere and has taken the right path now only dependent on it. He had left with a kiss of Roger, that old lover who both had ever wanted. Peggy had embraced, had wished with all his heart to be kind to him, and had launched a last Guinoa Don.
aa no longer have to go, or qui & eacue can do about it. Because that night they return home. Because tonight will step out of the darkness and gather on their own parts of itself. Because the universe is requested, for him, but no longer than four inches so. And that reason is more than enough. Joan
dreams of beaches and sand castles. And the sea bathing their feet. And the sun beating on his forehead. And dream with the sound of the waves. And with a hot day and a day of light. But now that dream is not alone. And now that dream is not just a dream.

Da step forward because now got direction in life and find what you've always wanted. Take a step forward for California pending and because the other side of the world the grass is greener and the sun smiles often use whatever. Going to California because they say there is love, the greatest love of all. And people go there to find a place. E

go there with him, but does not yet know who he is. Ask for her heart to discover and know and love like you've never loved anyone. Although you know if your father is her husband or her lover. Although you do not know if it is true that the sun shines in California

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Alchemy. Disorder, conflict, bad combination, fights. Possibility of sinking. Disorders. Working in harmony with others, ability policy. Something is being prepared. Great talent and creativity. Fighting for transcendence through work.


never thought Peggy &; Iacute; to talk in church. Perhaps it had been brought in that way.
Had been a man, Peggy would have been a priest. But he was born a woman, so I was over in advertising. If I happened to think about it, both works are practically the same, at least for her. Perhaps it was that had so well with the parish priest, or what made him so well understand the backgrounds behind the eyes of all men. She could read souls, and that was something that not all advertisers know. She knew to sell an idea like a preacher, driving the crowd into the Red Sea, build roads and crush opponents.the father would have seen through it throughout the mass. The priests would learn from those things.
- Oh, Peggy! "He smiled fondly as he turned toward ella.-I missed you today. -Yes muttered blushing. Few things could do it now, but always the fear of confession, since the first time for almost twenty years, could that effect on her, a grown woman in love with a married man, Madison Creative Avenue, yet it was still very different from that Ninine more pigs than people, love the Lord, who had communed by prflowed to the concerns, meetings, kisses and burning. The promises are shared, the desperation of their bodies, the connection they had had from the first moment, the relationship that had somehow blossomed, sick, wrong, but always there, always absorbed ; Ndola. And the suffering, knowing that he never dejaríaa his wife, who had been involved in that inadvertently had not been able to avoid falling like a fool at his feet. Although I knew it was wrong, but I knew I could never be them. His rage against the world, rage against El, his rage against himself because he knew that that was self-destroyed and it would be difficult to pick up the pieces. I do not think able to do so, father .- It was little more than a whisper and yet echoed in his head with huge quantities. Maybe it was the first time the thought crossed finish everything on his head, perhaps because he had come in spurts without having even tried. The priest shook his head. Looking at her like a little girl, knowing he was about to mourn. When she did not cry. When she never cried. And yet it was all & iacute, to his mind slipped quickly accurate. All eyes in the office ignored, shunned every word, every gesture of fading with the wind, and suddenly she was not one to notice. And I knew he was destroying. But that was for her, what had always been for her. It conocíaa itself. And he knew what was best. I knew what she must have done at first. The Peggy's past came back with even more force to his own way, and through the years what was lost, all the whispers behind the door, all faiths inupwards. The days had turned into months. And the birds in decline in accounts. And the love notes in reports. Picaresque encounters in the office early morning had disappeared soon be supplanted by the cold sex of convenience. The passion in your chest, chills when he touched it, blushing as she watched him, everything had been covered with a good layer of makeup and a politically correct answer depending on the occasion. now had been covered with the most impenetrable armor had been disguised as illusion was broken and forward with a single target. Room & iacute; at Sterling & Cooper into thinking that llegaríaa never be anything more than a secretary, but the world had made him believe something very different and divine providence had settled on it to give a gift. A gift she was not going to waste. In his mind, he wanted to live forever. I wanted to be remembered and admired. She who never had girlfriends, the descendant of Irish emigrants, that of a Catholic neighborhood, which all had teased at school, I had never had a boyfriend, nor had to aspire to be something else that was not the mockery of a society that had engclear, except one thing. She wanted to be immortal.
And that put their best efforts. Starting to be indispensable. He started spending sleepless nights thinking, squeezing the brain, making beads, making lists, running errands. Imagining, expanding. I always had the full report, which had the best ideas about how to advertise Beatrix Bijoux rings, or chocolates La Rochelle. The attending calls, customers only conquered his voice and drew promises of heaven to a company that soon began to appreciate.
Yet. It was not enough. Although it gave the bestit every second, keeping his mind clouded, concentrating at work, ignoring past lovers, potential suitors and any aspect of life that was not promoted. It was not enough. For the simple fact that she was a woman.
had been born man was a priest and Peggy often thought that his fate was in store would have something better to be born male. A presence that is taken seriously, starting there.

llegaríaa never be anyone other than this girl who had come with a paper bag lunch at the desk outside the office to meet the personal calls of Don. Never leaveif it was a direct result of an arrogance disguised or if it had converted to enter this competitive world, who had trampled and up again. Do not know if natural selection would be something that suddenly, with their most basic instincts taught him how to follow, how to keep climbing, the strategy to reach the top.

Perhaps it had been from the start that he realized that the only way to achieve their objectives was to give anyone who could help her.

And so had landed there. Divorced from any kind of emotion thatStyx. Because she had changed and suddenly nothing mattered. Because she wanted to achieve immortality. I wanted to make a change. And in his mind the ends justified the means. And although still cry at night so that he could not be, at least had the consolation of what would be. Forever.

Adaptation. Patience. Moderation. Composure. Reflection. Patience uniting two opposites, combining thoroughly. The union of opposites refined by the fire of the will.

is the beginning of the end. That everyone is safe. Peggy knew aboutnews that Sterling & Cooper would have a drastic change in personal thanks to the huge sale that had served only a few hours. It was only technical language to say that all were now redundant. secretaries stopped working, employers simply closed their eyes for a second, because they had been working first. The whispers and murmurs were heard in the halls. And the booming voice of Mr. Cooper soon became public. Tears began
begin to fall each others faces. The hands are brought to the mouth, in a cry of despair in aor look fondly those early days when he was so intimidating Joanne. Never have been good, not too much. But still, when she crosses the hall and get a wink of his hand, but is so shattered by this as she knows that is a friend. And that is probably the only friend he has ever had.
is the worst of the darkness begins to sift over them and their world is over, he suddenly realizes what he has and all he had and even more difficult to leave. He realizes what he has in the time before losing it, and feels in her chest while her heels clack shrunk and her skirtscot or lift her skirt a little and so I was grateful to his head. If the matter was to leverage itself to the fullest, Joanne council had followed to perfection.
And that, more than any body or bumps feat has brought back to the top of the chain of command of Sterling & Cooper. More than a goofy secretary showing her breasts in the office copier in exchange for a good morreos, has become the top creative control, secret lover Roger Sterling, that shows your ideas and suggestions while delivering a exchange for the promise constant always be more than a woman ignored in a world of hombres.
But even from the beginning has been used to the idea. A small part of herself, one that has the voice of the priest of his church, can not but secretly tell each morning upon waking and every night before bed than it is doing is wrong. All those months, years perhaps had been doing that has done wrong. Still, she shakes her head, if that is the price of being successful, she wants to make it worse.

had touched the door the first time with questions. Now it does so only with respect, because I still can not get used, much as had happened allto inside. As much as I had worked there to earn his salary and his job, but everything now seems to be left adrift. Wait for an answer a couple of seconds, after having received no, no turns a deaf ear and pouts. And so, with that nose and ears cut raised air opens the door to the office of Roger Sterling.

-

- Is it true? Roger Sterling

open your eyes and look for a second with raised eyebrow. Sighs slowly while removing the foot of the desktop and stays there in silence, as if waiting for the next onslaught of his mistress has been in recent months.
olo. In his decades of years married has learned to recognize and avoid it, and yet not know how to react to that.

She bites her lip.

"Yes, dear. -Whispers. And know that you are about to witness something unprecedented. Peggy Olson is crying. Again.
Because she had not come to mourn from that moment of weakness in the church. And now you know that everything that has happened since that time has been wasted. Because he knows that his world is falling apart and no amount of overtime that can do, or work for which split the veins to get all those hours those days. Days lost.Days withered.

And then something is rotten inside. Something is broken again. Because I have lost everything and has nothing to hold on. Because your heart happy girl romantic thought that work would be enough, and now they no longer had it, was useless. It was useless to stop the fall. Stop the pain. And it was impossible to remain unmoved.

never would have allowed itself to mourn in front of a man. The fighting Peggy not, at least. But volvíaa be it, at least for a few seconds, and tears flowed at length. Asking forgivenessaacute; s an illusion that a person, and now the real girl who cries frightened, and says that he does not know how to continue.

He does not know, but for him it is not a problem. Feel compassion, feel sad, feel ashamed of being in the presence of someone so pure and have not discovered earlier. But most of all feel regret.

has slumped in that seat before him, unable to look up or say anything. Her crying is silent. Does not babble at all, and your tears are clear. Still known to be absent and need someone to take her back home. LeVanta one hand, a hand that suddenly looks too old and lands on his head in a gesture of love, a symbol almost paternal, and she looks at him with pity. He sonríey aid to stop because she needs you for the first time and guidance through the door as a pastor to a flock, as always must have been.

-

Roger has led to the building's entrance, which is now vacant vacíoy. Sad. Nostalgic. He had thought it out of there, once and for all will know from his eyes determined. He needed to leave the company too soon. Not many people like to be roDead bodies.

Yet there have been. With shared a bottle of whiskey. All which it is impossible to leave without giving a proper goodbye. They are the only ones left, the only ones after so many hours they want to prolong the life of that company that has given everything to the last minute. And are there in silence. Observed faces. Lovers, haters, crazy and unexpected. Wondering what to do now, wondering what will do. Wondering why fate plays that way with them, and why exactamenerle's eyes, pretending that nothing had happened, without being seen, without ever want. And now his heart is awake again, and her tears are dry on his cheeks, he remembers everything and feels everything and wants everything. And for the first time you see it. There

plunged, staring. With those blue eyes, a labyrinth into oblivion. Sitting on the edge of an attack from those she knew well. And something in his heart because he knows he shrugs his fault.

should not be and never should be. He is a married man. She has left him. And yet they are there, l