usually it starts, when the twenty-three to zero and can not find the head inside or outside a convenient and quiet position.
wins suddenly have relevance to the people with whom you never talked to has the experience you never made the error with which one lives and the error with which one actually not want to live.
and start the zero to one and one's life is split piece by piece on the details in a non-fallen, the details have been actually presented always different.
this night was another one of those nights where later when you watch it as is now well again transforms the one into two, although they have been allowed to ignore a short turn around, just know it for any kind of restful sleep too late.
this night he was visited once a month usually a surprise, but now they seemed to be a permanent resident and he had probably or worse, get used to their presence.
his parents were fine, his sisters were fine, the poodles his aunt was doing well.
him it was "as usual" because he did not know how he was.
sadie was dead, and the months since third
he found it not easy for three months and he is even now not easy but when it happened, how bad it was, he could at least sleep in peace, so why this happened now?
there was absolutely no reason to convince himself that he was to blame, except at the last minute again and again to keep eyes in front and to consider how it could have prevented. forget
just does not know the last minutes with her.
he be afraid to continue living as before, he was afraid if he would permit to make his living by it to gain relevance, his life before losing relevance.
he was afraid that it pales before the memories fade, fade the faces.
he did not think much of photos depicting the people and he had therefore no, because he never seemed necessary, but now he hated himself for it because he wanted to, that her face never faded.
but probably would have anyway, no photo can capture what he saw when he saw her.
he had never drunk a lot but now he had completely stopped after he twice tried to call and she had drunk the whole thing was for him and everyone involved just too depressing. sleep
to an estimated 30 minutes that had even spread generously throughout the night was the night finally over and he got up and got ready.
as it was Sunday and every Sunday in the last 3 months he went to what was left of her.
also of cemeteries and graves, he did not think much and yet he went to her grave every week, because it gave him a basic sense, to see it leave the house and is at least a little bit of rest to find himself.
when he arrived at the cemetery and went to the place where he sat for several hours each week, he introduced when he arrived there almost was found that the grave stone seemed to be missing and put an old oak on its stand.
there was no visible grave under the oak tree and he looked around for some time to make sure that it is producing around the real acting.
were then there is no reason to doubt it, the grave was a 100 year old oak are grown and gone within a week must.
a while he wandered around the cemetery to have hope in themselves but deceived and in the know that it was so.
some time passed during in it was unclear how one should behave by default when suddenly quite surprised to see a grave disappeared, because, embarrassingly, it happened the first time.
the rest of the day he spent trying to wonder whether he was insane set, but towards the end of the evening finds that crazy is just crazy and mental health of the question presented, so he had still to be understood .
was after all essentially the exhaustion of the last nights and the confusion in his mind to the fact that his brain pulled the emergency brake and he for the first time since the week of a deep sleep.
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