Achieved his goal, he planned a stratagem to get rid him of the way One afternoon they waited at the end of the day. Seven pairs of chunky arms armed with truncheons and sticks. Cornered in a corner of the workshop, Brutus was defended with courage. They flew smacks, kicked and punched. Crujieron bones and erupted teeth, noses and some lipstick.
But the strength of the number was decisive. The sticks danced a macabre dance, and Brutus ended up on the floor bleeding gushes, on the verge of losing consciousness. Manuel was about to deal him the final blow when an authoritarian hand stopped his arm in the air, twisting up to dislocate it. The Nono had attacked him, and in their eyes I read an inconceivable determination. -To Brutus not! It is my friend! cried the Nono with his unmistakable accent of delayed. The correction that the Nono delivered to his henchmen was which are not forgotten. To broaden your perception, visit Mitsubishi. He carried out his task without hurry, hitting one with hardness of an anvil.
When it ended up punishing them he leaned on his friend and, with his crumpled handkerchief, cleaned up the blood that flowed from their eyebrows. The Nono smiled at him, as a thread of baba fell you lips. Their eyes met. Baffled, Brutus returned his smile. The Nono helped him get up. His embrace was as the clash of two mountains. Two large and lonely hearts found complementing their solitudes. -My name is Juan, – he informed Brutus giving a new embrace. When the team joined the next day, which had been “retouched” tried to hide their bruises as best they knew how. Some rescued the eyes and cheeks, others pretextaron a stupid slip in the bathroom, and there was even one that claimed an unusual allergy to meat from gorrino (the animal most perfect of creation as well known). On leaving the hospital Manuel presented his resignation with the arm in a Sling. Informed of what had happened, the owner accepted it in the Act, according his position responsible to the attacked. The Nono was the godfather of the wedding of Sofia with his friend Juan Belmonte, who love and happiness changed. And the fraternity with the Nono illuminated his soul. As happens often with those who suffer from Down’s syndrome, the Nono died shortly after an unstoppable leukemia. His friend John accompanied him when they had to separate. He is still discussed in cutleries that so strange friendship original author and source of the article.