Given that I've given you all about .5 seconds to get used to the idea of Mohammed being Mine, it's a bit unfair for me to pull the rug from under your feet and say maybe it's over. Just think, you escaped maybe a year of gutwrenchingly soppy posts. It also means very little makes sense and you have to take a lot on faith.

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I did fall in love a bit in Madrid, though not with the person that the ULTRA FLOCK people might expect from previous posts.

There were four of us: Sofie and me and Marko and Marcio. Marcio I didn't connect with at all, though I liked him, I didn't think he really liked me at all. Marko I fell a bit in love with.
( on strange platonic love )