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odaa @ 2010-03-06T13: 13:00

... It is hardly believable.! It's snowing as was thought, would at last spring with the sun and heat and stuff, but then you wake up and out there are about 5 inches of snow .
:-( Well, at least must have I so not feel guilty if I day in sweatpants on the couch to spend ^ ^

Have just found something really great. A remote control in the form of a magic wand : D
If the part was not so expensive, I would define it to me sometime.
;-) However, I'm so not even NEN own TV ... * cough *

Afterwards we will probably be the dishwasher carry into the new apartment. I'm so very, when I starting next weekend at last to live there. \u0026lt;3

Adiö,
odaa

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wardrobe

Since I'm now into the home of the world's greatest draw (which I still get the key), I've worried yesterday a new wardrobe.
I was really lucky! On 14 February has been purely a nice woman from Munich that IKEA cabinet at Quoka and when I called yesterday, I was actually the first prospect. :-)

And for 150 instead of 299 € I find it extremely fine. On 12
or 13 March it is finally time - then I will Papas Sprinter bring from home (with fridge back there) and pick him in Munich.
I can not wait:)

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focalization

She was already there, When he entered the apartment. He found them in storage rooms. They were arguing. She left.

He came home late. Even before the door was shut and locked, he saw her shoes in the hallway. He took off and wandered through the dark spaces in the storage room until he was standing at the window. She looked out into the darkness.

"If they ever build the large orbital lift for us to contribute to the long gone stars out, then they will use your views as a beacon of Planet Earth, as he is a myriad galaxies and cosmic dust through the things non-clarified would penetrate. "He stopped in the middle of the room are dark. She turned and her right side of the face was illuminated by lantern light. She looked tired.

"This time it is not a story. As simple as it is no longer "she stated calmly.

"I could just go up and ask," he replied just as determined.

"I'm here at home."

"But it's not your home."

"In this house lived enough of me to continue on and go out."

"This is not a philosophical discussion of basic principles. My apartment. My decision. "His voice rose a little.

"Just like that?" She made a few steps until she stood against.

"So simple." He held out his empty hand. "Your key."

"How unusual," she muttered in passing. She threw the keys at the other end of the room. Clanking he bounced off a window and fell to the ground.

slammed the door to the storage room behind her and a short time later the front door. After he had stood some minutes in the quiet room, he sat on the couch and put his head back.

"How strange. In fact, "he spoke into the empty space. Outside, an engine roared and the headlights of a car slipped through the window as the car left the road.

"Fuck. The bitch has shorted my car, "he added in the same tone of voice.

The sun was often. As always, when he It had managed to go home. He saw from the windows, peering at the stars than the melting puddle of water around the soles to the floor leaked. Shortly thereafter, he noticed their corresponding boots. It seeped through the dull emptiness, determined and indecisive as water in a roundabout way to the sea. Pictures of her floating in the pans in the kitchen and on the chairs and the pillows on the floor and before his eyes. Afterimages. Stars. We only see their old photographs, but have no insight into their presence. I

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not we

.

They looked for him tight and heavy as talks under the covers the hour of wolves and 'the best book he ever read directed hatte'-away to outer space in their minds. She looked at him with black and white face as the verzweiflte clown who she was. Wry grin, half-truth.

he said. She replied.

Turn your fear into fiction. Abstracting your problems to a theory.

We have to guess the reasons that is untold power in signs and words and are ready with a sledge hammer and nail pounce on any signs that it dares his head out of the Whack-a-mole-machines of life stretch.

not we

. I

.

your key suggested in the window to the yard like no shooting star and it remained intact, while she went to the world outside.

He laughed inwardly as a hyena, the light cone of his car left the window and there remained only the stars. He thought of their first encounter, when he was just a bag of returnable bottles from the back seat. Overlay. Afterimages. Snapshots. Thank God they had stolen the car.

Long after they were separated from each other are no longer together, and soon after a theatrical valuable separation, they stole the car that started their life together to complete the relationship with an identity of beginning and end to it - their presumption in - would have fallen, and it strongly fascinated.