5 tunni pärast buss Tartusse.
Tartust buss Tõraverre.
lähen ja leiutan end uueks.
kui see ei õnnestu, siis unistustes juhtub nii (tsiteerides jälle
Caitlin R. Kiernan'i):
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The way I feel right now, I'm about half determined to pack a bag — just one, that's all I'm allowed — and catch a plane to Montreal. Just a city I chose at random. There I would take up residence at a seedy hotel and spend the last year of my life with a boy whore and as much alcohol and heroin as I could consume. I can't speak French, but the boy whore could, so that works out. It would make a nice ending to the story. /---/"
1/22/05 01:00 pm
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mul on 2 külalist sees.
hirm ja kurbus.
lähen ära lõunasse ja vaatan, kas nad suudavad mind jälitada.