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152. unaccompanied.

  June 27, 2004.

  Not long ago, Billy began rec various albums, including songs in Spanish, filled with character and traces of bravery and mastery. One of the marvels of rock is that profound sense of doubt—the madness of doubt that makes shame and sour into the songs.

  -I guess you got here early. Want to eat something? I’m starving. I’d like some meat, but you’re better off with vegetables. I whip up one of those good stir-fried sads for you. – Billy said, looking at Merche, who had a stunning demeanor. She wore a sleeveless shirt, tight against her body, and a miniskirt that atuated her slim, majestic figure.

  -You’re a charmer. But I wouldn’t ask a musi to prepare me a sad. Let me check what we have ready. – Merche replied sarcastically. She leaned in for a kiss, tongues meeting, both caught in their honeymoon phase. She tried to stop him, but Billy grabbed her thighs, lifting her with ease aing her on a railing as he kissed her fiercely.

  -We o cook. Stop ag like this. – Merche said, trying to respond to his passionate kisses, both deep and fleeting, that filled her mouth.

  -Ag like what? I don’t see anything wrong with not resisting. My kisses are worth more than any meal, and you enjoy them. How you deny me so indifferently? – Billy said, gently trag her cheek. To him, Merche was a vision of beauty—lively eyes brimming with innoce, vibrant hair, and those legs that inspired every kind of romance.

  -You’ll be pining ier about being hungry! Look, Mrs. Greenwood always leaves you extra food. It’s curious to see you alone; usually, you’re surrounded by people. – Merche whispered, opening the fridge stocked with ly arranged dishes: twelve bottles of milk, various fruits, e juice, cheeses, ham, sausages, eggs, vegetables, and the top shelf filled with meats—ba, chi, fish, and all sorts of proteins. Among them were some chorizos, not the Argentine kind Billy preferred but a local variety Barbara grilled with rich chimichurri sauces.

  -You look so sexy cooking. – Billy remarked, watg Merche at work. – I think all you o cook is an apron, something that covers less and shows off your curves. –

  He moved closer as she whisked eggs, diced onions, and tomatoes, and added milk, salt, pepper, and tro. She dipped bread in the egg mixture and prepared tortils, unc a tainer of fried meat cooked in butter after being lightly oiled.

  Another tainer held sads, which she drizzled with soy sauce for extra fir. He slid her underwear down and started kissing her, but she shifted away, muttering curses about inappropriate timing. He held the garment to his face, inhaling its sweet, spicy st, grinning mischievously.

  -Stop doing that. – Merche said, resisting Billy’s advahough tempted.

  -Go pour some juice. – she said.

  -Yes, ma’am. –

  -Tomorrow’s the sed tattoo session. They might finish the tiger design by then. You’ve got good stamina; Paul usually doesn’t like newbies who ’t hahe pain. But he knows tattooing you will make him famous—it es withae title, like being called the prince of rock. – Merche said. She wao mention the so-called princess who seemed close to Billy but stayed silent, hiding her growing feelings for him. She buried her emotions, knowiion might e, perhaps one day o return to London.

  -We made a bet to st more than seven hours. I endured nine and won. That means I’ve earned aattoo for free, saved for aime. Any suggestions? – Billy asked, drinking straight from the e juice lid. Merche grimaced in disgust at the sight.

  -Don’t you dare serve me that juice. – she said, shaking her head.

  -It’s just a bit of spit. Your mouth’s tasted worse things... – he teased, dodging a flying fork. She shooed him out of the kit, and he decided to work out while waiting for dinner. His desire for Merche was overwhelming the moment she arrived.

  The dining area had a small table for six, leading to a living room with bd-white sofas and a massive ft-s TV—a luxury for the time. The note frreenwood was direct: I’ll be baorrow m. Don’t make a mess, do in your room, and leave dirty undry in the basket.

  He straightened up as much as he could, thinking about the undry ihroom. He removed his shirt and did some push-ups to pass the time. Fag the mirror, he admired his refle, capturing the moment without color or shades.

  -You should thank me for the delieal I’ve prepared. – Merche said, hungry for more than food.

  -I already do... I once heard people love doing things for others, especially if they’re good people. Let me sing you a love story, ohat’s ours. It might belong to many others who listen to my songs, but for a moment, it’s just for us. – Billy said, kissing her hands. They carried the faint st of vinegar from washing the meat, lingering on his fingers.

  His intense eyes, filled with depth, framed his romantic words. Don’t fall in love, he whispered to himself.

  Billy’s song erfect, creating a moment of plicity. Merche had prepared a dish her father had taught her long ago. How could anyo someone like him? Sometimes things were difficult, even unfortable.

  -Why the tiger? – Merche finally asked during dinner.

  -I like tigers. If I could be an animal, I’d be a tiger—the powerful, solitary feline of the mountains. Its stripes are like brushstrokes, telling a story of strength. Lions have mahat get in the way. Tigers stand-alone, abandoned yet majestic. – Billy murmured, preparing his voice.

  He softly sang Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, transf it into a slow, intimate melody that apahe sileween them.

  Merche couldn’t resist him anymore. She led into his chest, overwhelmed by butterflies iomad the way her heart raced from her o her ribs, hammering down her spine. She was falling, deeply, hopelessly in love.

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  We'll do it allEverythingOn our own

  We don't needAnythingOr anyone

  If I y hereIf I just y hereWould you lie with me and just fet the world?

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  The things that fill a pce, the lyrics were powerful, asking only for pany, without money, or alterations, people in the middle, a unique moment that does not fill.

  'I sing it with Leighton, but I fail with Avril, the charming goth who liked jazz, and love balds dies for love balds'

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  I don't quite knowHow to sayHow I feel

  Those three wordsAre said too muchThey're not enough

  If I y hereIf I just y hereWould you lie with me and just fet the world?

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  How dark are the days when two people get together and 't be together, like Billy's poem, seeks to lull its panions, it seeks only a way to respond, Billy's songs are about how people touch each other, the heart, it feels part, and it is his success, to be able to give it life.

  In a hypothetical, in a volume of life, the song was apanied by soft ts.

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  Fet what we're told.Before we get too oldShow me a garden that's bursting into life

  Let's waste timeChasing carsAround our heads

  I need yraio find my own

  If I y hereIf I just y hereWould you lie with me and just fet the world?

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  So what could be more romantic thanhowh the parts get to where they o go, that's where everyone pick up again.

  Unfortable and uain. Just met, but now they're together sharing the piece of soul, that detailed piece, Billy promoted in his song a fondness, a love between people.

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  Fet what we're told.Before we get too oldShow me a garden that's bursting into life

  All that I amAll that I ever wasIs here in your perfect eyes, they're all I see

  I don't know wherefused about how as wellJust know that these things will never ge for us at all

  If I yhererIf I just y hereWould you lie with me and just fet the world?

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  Everything was taken from the acoustics of an a cappel, it was desire, Merche, could not help but kiss him ale on his chest, she was in love with the way her stomach beat in butterflies or the way her heart pricked up to her neck, a down to her ribs, hammering her spine.

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