| Литературные вечера вблизи Западных ворот. - Mirror , 11.09.2001 10:12 MSK | ||
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: I don't remember what I dreamt about that night, but before I fell asleep I kept remembering how Dan and Mom had laughed when they were talking on the phone, and I couldn't help day dreaming that they would get back together. If only I knew why Mom had left. I could hear Mrs. MacLean's words in my head: "Your mom is the only person who can tell you why she left, Nicky. She's the only person who really knows." I lay there wondering if I'd ever have the courage to ask her. So far, I'd blown every chance I had - and I hadn't had many because we weren't alone that much. Mom kept taking me places, like art galleries and temples and museums, and Aiko or Nate or some other friend of Mom's was sure to go with us. We'd usually eat lunch out, almost always with some of Mom's friends, or I'd eat alone in the apartment if Mom had to teach a late class. I guess Mom was right when she told me that she's the restless type, I thought. But I wish that sometimes we'd just stay at home and talk. : : автор? : : < ~murrr~ > Это Мурзилка П.Ю. Из раннего. ---------------------------------------------------------------- May I have your attention please May I have your attention please Will the real Slim Shady please stand up I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up We’re gonna have a problem here ... Певец ? -=(/\/\)=- MirroeD | |
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