Pasaciņa
Skrien un skrien un neapstājas; zemes virsū nav tai mājas
Commenting To 
28th-Dec-2006 09:58 pm - Sentiment
He liked me. I could feel that. The way you feel when the cards are falling right for you, with a nice little pile of blue and yellow chips in the middle of the table. Only what I didn’t know then was that I wasn’t playing him. He was playing me, with a deck of marked cards and the stakes weren’t any blue and yellow chips. They were dynamite.
Comment Form 
From:
( )Anonymous- this user has disabled anonymous posting.
Username:
Password:
Subject:
No HTML allowed in subject
  
Message:

Notice! This user has turned on the option that logs your IP address when posting.
This page was loaded Jan 25th 2026, 1:52 am GMT.