I spike to Friday twice yesternight. He was too busy to chat long on the blower he said.
I dreamt of going to those eastern shires and walking down thestreet past his house . In relaoty I have never been to that burgh. I the bungalogw. he happened to be looking through the window for me. I was ivnited in and sat there. she was there. the small man was there – bearded, geeky and unobtrusive. it did not feel guache to be there.
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