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Character sheet Leeftijd: 22 Chance of Survival: Sky-High Partner: falling over in the street is just a part of every week and we lie drunkenly just staring at the stars.
Onderwerp: ain't nobody got time foh dat. di okt 22 2013, 11:03
AKA waar Judith haar dingen dumpt.
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September 15th, 23:18 I guess I kind of always knew that when the world would end, I’d be there to see it go. I knew I would survive until the very end. I just never imagined being at the eye of the storm, at the root of the problem, in the lion’s den. But here I am, against all odds. And against all odds, I will tell my tale, although I doubt we’ll reach the end of it. James is in the room next to me. And he’s slowly dying. Every minute his heart is beating softer and his breath is slowly dying out. And every minute, I feel myself getting stronger, my heart beating faster, my breath getting more erratic. Soon I will no longer feel the need to breathe or sleep or eat, although I might enjoy it. We’ve always been the only ones, James and I. The only son and daughter of good luck. Once they might have called it lonely. Today they call us lucky. We always were. We always will be. But that’s not where my story starts. It started days, weeks, months ago. Maybe even years. I don’t know. I’ve lost the concept of time.
