Come on, wake up ! Wake up ! Wake up ! WAKE UP!!!
Please, come on. I just need to move a little. Just enough to let her know I'm coming back.
Please.
I can't stay like this forever. I can't. Sooner or later they'll shut my machine off. And I'll be dead.
Dead with so much on my shoulders.
Why is this so hard ?
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Kairos
Короткий рассказK A I R O S ( n. ) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather. ~ " Love is never late. She knows what she's doing ", She spoke...
