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We Are Hunted, a clean and simple music chart cuts to the chase. It tracks the most-favored music on P2P and social networks, Twitter, web forums and blogs. It then presents the 99 hottest tracks (according to its calculations) through an intuitive Brady Bunch-style interface. — Wired
“Last year I was in a breeze. In fact, better say in a blizzard at this time of the year,” I tell her while my eyes looking outside.
“How cold is that?”
“Physically, it’s difficult to breathe,” I responded.
She waits for further explanation but my mind is completely out of the place.
“Ain’t you have that door since that time?” She pulls me back completely with the question.
“You meant this one?” I push the door open. What inside is a rose garden. They’re all pink, look artificially but calmly beautiful.
“The image of lovers running along the garden just pop up in my head.”
“Yeah, it’s the first meaning of it,” I smiley responded.
“Anyway, since it looks warm and gentle. Why didn’t you escape over there for the sake of the time?”
“Becky Stark said she’ll never sing a love song for a love that isn’t true,” I replied.
“Who the heck is that?”
“I’m not sure, the one who build this garden, I guess,” I shrugged with hands together, just like Italian footballers who act innocence.
“And how is this year? It’s warm, a little bit too warm actually. What are you gonna do with those doors?” She said.
“I’ve picked one,” I replied with the eyes looking straight at her.
The room inside this door is a plain white square room. No wallpaper, no decoration. The only furniture inside are an adjustable bed with a small TV, a small fridge, and a small boiler.
“What are you going to do over there?”
“I’ll sit, read, and talk,” I told her.
“Ain’t you gonna bring a player too?”
“Sure, I will.”
“Do you know which one?” I poked.
“Definitely, never have to guess,” she smiley responded.
I packed a couple of stuffs I should have brought. Some unfinished books and definitely food. I can’t remember the last time I weigh, but why bother. I made sure I put enough cheese in my bag. Check with another check, OK done. I stepped across the door and while I turning back.
“Wish you a happy new year,” she firstly said.
“You too, you too,” I wished her back.
The new room is a bit chill, but my lip is still warm.
Wish another good year is coming along, indeed.
“A pint of beer?”, a guy sits next to me asked with a gentle voice and soft north accent.
I never consider myself attractive to a man before so I was hesitate in the first. But I’m the only other person there so I guess it’s alright. Although I don’t usually drink beer but killing time is more of my habit.
“Yeah, thanks.” That’s what I could think of as a response.
He nodded and started telling me that he once know a girl who has great taste of books. I know nothing came for free including a beer in my hand. Thus I responded back as I am supposed to.
“So where’s she now?”
“We’re living together”, he responded.
“Then what is intriguing you?”, I’m kind of confused.
“She’s physically with me, but not her soul”, he continued, I’m shrugged.