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i miss hisunk like a mf

vissi d'arte

sometimes i looked out of the window at the grey november afternoon, and saw the rain pouring down on the leafless garden. but most of the time i studied the book and stared, fascinated, at the pictures. lost in the world of imagination, i forgot my sad, lonely existence for a while, and was happy. i was only afraid that my secret hiding-place might be discovered.

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