Only when I started hearing the hubbub of love and laughter coming from the apartment above mine, and I caught Herr Ross visiting the pretty photographer there, I realised what Amelie was really staring at:
Bloody love...
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Some Postcards from a Cold January in Berlin, 1929
Herr Cice and his Oda, I think their skin will come off if they try to pull themselves from each other now. On the chair the young Leonor....
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Still trapped, but in the odd moments I allow myself to rest I am reading a curious thing. It's a magic book one of the veterans used ... -
Taryn (nowhereg1rl) Without a doubt. Visit her (profile) if you don't believe me. Going to bed laughing hysterically to myself. PS _ a...
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