(Tragedy in Three Acts)
Characters:
Tekisuto "Freaky" Otaku woman fan of the books, obsessed with the knowledge
Binbir Joshi, poor girl ragged
Joshi needs to buy a new jacket. He has spent the winter with an old and lean, light that was once worn beige. Achieved, not without some effort, Otaku Tekisuto distract their walk together compelling readings and area stores that sell used clothing selection at reasonable prices. Binbir Joshi, poor thing has barely managed to piece together a few copper coins (four to be exact) after break one's back for months outside washing clothes along the river every morning, carrying bags of lime at the port in the afternoon and ironing silk kimonos for the ladies high society during the night. The long walk was unsuccessful. Joshi Binbir shuffling back and wondering if the coming winter would be too shabby and beige.
Act II
Tekisuto Otaku are studying. We believe that this is it. Can only be seen from our perspective, an enormous desk covered with papers and books. Recognize it by her feet. Is it foliated behind those pillars of wisdom. Approaching the malvestida Binbir Joshi, shows his face on one side and looking over his glasses, extends a paper written. "These are the texts I need. Compare this list with which they're offered and, if there is any writing again, I also will bring it." "Yes, white mistress," replied the poor rags carrying a copper coin in his pocket the only sound that still had his old jacket.
Act III Binbir
Tekisuto Joshi and talk on the phone Otaku . The lotus flower studies has seen today in a bookstore the two volumes of the work you are currently reading, in infamous photocopies. Wants to have the work printed. "Guess how much they cost?" Asked heartless. "I do not know," replied shakily Binbir Joshi. "Three copper coins?", Ventured in a whisper. "Yes, exactly. The first volume. The two volumes are worth a total of six copper coins." Joshi Binbir drowned in the palm of your hand a cry of pain, as befits any poor girl who is at the mercy of the injustices of fate. "But ... my jacket, winter will be cold ...", babbling reached before faltering.
FIN
I brought
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