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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:39 pm] |
Fucking hell, this isn't Paris.
But I know exactly where I am. Why am I back in Berlin? Is this some sort of divine punishment or a sign that I'm not supposed to fuck around with Simone? Because if it is, I had already figured that out and was just about to tell her that I couldn't sleep with her.
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...and the calendar doesn't say 2020.
This is a dream, isn't it? Elaborate. A VERY elaborate and realistic dream. |
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