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[26. Jun 2010|11:51] |
stāsta būtība ir vienkārša – lai pilnībā kļūtu brīva, es salasīju visas grāmatas, kas bija nonākušas manā mājā, un aizdevu atpakaļ. neviens jau viņas neprasīja. es vienkārši tā gribēju.
stāsta jaunā versija – those evil, evil humans, they took away my books, my books, MY BOOKS!!! they stole them, they tricked them, they did all the nasty things humans do to part the loving ones. stealing humans, return the books immediately!!!!
un tad vēl ir tā daļa, kas klusām to visu vēro un ļauj man tā notikt. viņa droši vien cer, ka es iemācīšos ko labu vai sapratīšu ko svarīgu vai tā. HA!!!!! i say to that daļa.
I SAY!!! |
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[26. Jun 2010|21:24] |
"were you looking for something?" he asked her.
"no," she said. "yes."
"that's not what is called, in a court of law, a responsive answer."
"it wasn't a simple question," she said, tried to smile and burst into tears.
she was sorry and said so.
"why?" he asked.
"well - one doesn't have emotional explosions in public."
"you do. i don't know this one you're talking about."
"i guess i don't either, now that you mention it."
"try the truth then. if it's important, it's simple. and if it's simple it's easy to say."
"i'm going to die!" she cried.
"so am i." |
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[26. Jun 2010|21:27] |
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it will be what you want it to be if you let it be itself and take the time and the care. |
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