thomas
The week flies by as usual when you have a thousand commitments. Things are looking more promising in the business and I feel like everything is going to work out. I managed to recover part of the loss that César gave me with some investments.
I even feel in a good mood for a change. It's Saturday, but I wake up at the same time as usual. I see Cecília in the other bed, her ass turned up in the old pajamas that she insists on wearing. I put on a sweatshirt set and go for a run. The cold wind almost burns my face, but I don't stop. I lose track of how many kilometers I've run and decide to turn back. It takes about two hours to go there and back. I feel my body hot and my muscles protesting overuse, but even that doesn't dampen my mood.
I'm so f*****g good at what I do, that's rea
