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[Sunday
January 23rd, 2011 at 8:37pm] |
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A fucking tail. Really? If you pigs wanted to know where my allegiances lie, you could've just fucking asked me. I hope your fucking agent enjoys his broken fucking legs. Consider this a firm and resounding no.
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[Friday
December 3rd, 2010 at 8:07pm] |
I... I think it worked. It's coming back.
Nat, I stole your boyfriend's car and vandalized it after you came home. I never told you. But I remember now.
Thank you.
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[Sunday
November 14th, 2010 at 1:30pm] |
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It's gone. Everything's gone. I'm not me. I'm not her. Am I anything at all?
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[Thursday
October 28th, 2010 at 11:29pm] |
It's one thing to hear about yourself getting shot, one thing to read about it. It's quite another to see it on the big screen.
At least Lisbeth knows who shot her. At least she got to plant an ax in his skull. I don't know what to do except hide here in Mösebacke.
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[Friday
October 15th, 2010 at 11:36pm] |
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Just a word of advice. You all should get better firewalls. You're making this way too easy for me.
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[Tuesday
September 7th, 2010 at 3:36pm] |
Jag har en gåta. Nej. Engelska. Jag talar Engelska.
I have a riddle. Really, I have a lot of things, but only the riddle belongs to me. Everything else... No. I'll summarize.
1. This laptop is not mine.
2. These keys are not mine.
3. This room is not mine.
4. This name is not mine.
5. Her name is not mine.
All I have is this riddle with half a solution. This absurd equation. The voice in my head is words from a book. What happened to my own voice? Is she drowning it out, or did she just replace it? What happened to me? For god's sakes, who am I?
Someone told me you people are crazy, too.
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