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I like the quiet.
It feels like a Sunday.
Life is strange, though.
I should sleep.
Shai and Pook are gone. Brucha left before them. Taps, we returned to her parents on Sunday night.
Must start to make the effort of seeing more of her.
It's silly, really. We live in the same city, yet see each other less than thrice a year.
Pathetic, in a way.
My car is making noise again. I don't want something to be wrong. There's no way or time to deal with it.
My nails are bright pink. They look good.
Life is strange, though.
I should sleep.
Shai and Pook are gone. Brucha left before them. Taps, we returned to her parents on Sunday night.
Must start to make the effort of seeing more of her.
It's silly, really. We live in the same city, yet see each other less than thrice a year.
Pathetic, in a way.
My car is making noise again. I don't want something to be wrong. There's no way or time to deal with it.
My nails are bright pink. They look good.