Except it was fingers; not toes, three of them; not one and it was in a machine; not under a monster.......and the pressure did not equal 50 tons, just felt like it. So now I've got three fingers who's not sure whether they are part of my body still or made into sausages. Swelled and beautifull. Did I mention August sucking? See what I meant? Writing this with my right hand only, timeconsuming. I need love, and pity.
Well, ending it this short, as said I'm writing this with only one hand.
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når forsvinner du til langtvekk?
jeg må liksom få se deg i oslo eller noe først, mener jeg.
-Mari
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