So there i am waiting for this girl to arrive when a blindside hits the base of my neck. I spin around, ruffled spit flying round my head like twirls of kitestrings, all action and arms. There's nothing but a long, cool, shaft of grey metal indicating timeframes and logical routes out of here or there. The station roof is damp, it could've been
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Lene xx
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Hope everything is ok with you?!
Lene xx
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