Schlagwort: Jugend
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Tale of one evening
I see the gun in the glove compartment, as he grabs a new pack of cigarettes. I am not scared. I know, as long as everything is cool, nothing will happen to me. If not, well, that’s a whole different scenario anyway. But I’m not afraid of dying. Just of suffering. But a clean, painfree…
Nachgedacht 