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[mort]

oh... mein papa sold the house where i resided as a widdle goil. i will mostly miss the purple lilac tree that perfumed the breeze which oozed through my bedroom window. i remember also the legions of mosquitos that would gather on the screen, salivating over my chubby child-limbs as i slipped into bed.
but that house ceased to be 'mine' long before this final signing-over.

i spoke with bryan. croatia is treating him well 'though i suppose he is getting rather tired of ball point pens.