Again is wait for it but what is it I don't know. I am wait and wait and think so fast so much the real day has the feel of five days. So much wait and stay tight belly. I am smoke so much my fingers get the yellow sides and my tongue is like have a nasty sock on. I am think about everything all at once and so my headpains are come back and I wake up with the bloody nose again. The wait for it to happen is make whatever is happen seem small. Gerald is run from me and Barbara is gone I don't know where to. Sam is ready for the make war but maybe I get there too early.
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