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In thirty minutes, Jeroen Smitty will be declared dead. My apartment will explode, and an exact copy of me will be found dead in my living room. In every sense, I will be dead to the world.
This time tommorow, anyone who knows me by name in Cairo who isn't involved in the war will have ceased to breath. Nothing will point to me, as I will be 'dead' as well.
Happy Eid Al-Fitr~
This time tommorow, anyone who knows me by name in Cairo who isn't involved in the war will have ceased to breath. Nothing will point to me, as I will be 'dead' as well.
Happy Eid Al-Fitr~