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The writer shifts in his seat. I pause; I take a sip of coffee; I turn to look out the window; there´s 15 surfers, a dude selling hotdogs and a lady sunbathing. "So", I continue speaking as I pick up a biscotti, "you want to convince people that they are better then you--but you don´t want to do it with guilt trips or complaining.  People hate complainers!  Crybabys are the worst." "So how can...

"What does that mean?", the writer replies as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "It means that I am tired of you just complaining--I´m leaving." "But, you aren´t going to help?" "I helped you get this work and I´ll pay you an honest wage for your time. Besides that, I am not going to stick around here." "You haven´t planted a single tree--I´ve done all the work." I pause; he´s not taking this well or...

The writer pauses; I thought that he cared. "So you aren´t meeting me for coffees because you care about me?", he replies as he turns his head to the beach. "Yeah, again", I reply as I take a sip from the taza, "I´m not sure why you think that what you do in your life has any relevance on me? I am just listening to see if I will be affected, in any...

A small lwentq scurries away and into a bush on the side of the small river.  I turn my head back to Bilta. "You know", I reply as I take a bite of my ham sandwich, "it may be fun and games to you--but you are a lot bigger then a lwentq and, to them, you are scary." "But, I´m just joking around!", Bilta replies as he starts to pout. "Take it easy, agresivo",...

"But, I'm not angry!", Bilta shouts as he slams his coffee on the small wooden table at the cafe by the beach. I pause; I roll my eyes. "Yes", I reply as I lean back in my recliner, "clearly, you are not angry." I roll my eyes again; I turn my head to look out the bay window in the cafe; there's 12 people surfing and two people sun bathing. "So", I continue speaking as...

"Yeah?", the writer replies as he leans forward in his chair at the cafe by the beach, "why´s that?" "You won´t be controlled.  You won´t be someone´s bitch." "What´s that mean?" "It means that you won´t have a master--you´ll be in control of your life.  If you HAVE to please people, you will always be under their control.  You won´t go anywhere, or not very far, in your life.  You will always second...

I pause; I take a sip of coffee. "You have to let go of your friendship with the penguin.  I understand that you named it. You feed it. You petted it´s head.  You have to let it be free.  You can´t bring it with us." "Why not?", Bilta replies as he turns his head to his new friend. "Um", I reply as I roll my eyes, "it should be obvious that we only...

you´re going to make me pissed." Bilta puts the small pebble back on the ground. "Don´t throw stones when you live in a glass house", I continue speaking as I turn my head back to the man approaching us. The man puts his hand in the air and starts waving at us. "Don´t say anything", I tell Bilta as I turn my head to him, "he may be a competiting researcher. Just be nice." "What´s...

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