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måndag, 7 september, 2009
He thought the shadows was alive. But that wasn’t nearly as frightening as when he realised they actually where.
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fredag, 4 september, 2009
He had just signed and sealed his letter of resignition when he realised God can’t resign. Stuck at a job he didn’t want.
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måndag, 31 augusti, 2009
The demons was still feeding on his thoughts. The trick was to ignore them, trying not to think about them.
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fredag, 28 augusti, 2009
When they told him he’d been dead for three weeks, all he could think off was how that explained the foul smell.
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onsdag, 26 augusti, 2009
He had just one, single piece left, then the jigsaw would be finished. Three hours later he still stared at it. Terrified.
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måndag, 24 augusti, 2009
He didn’t want to die, and he was determined to fight death. But then he started to think about it. What’d happen if he defeated death?
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måndag, 24 augusti, 2009
He had nothing to say on the subject off football. But love he knew everything about. He wished it’d been the other way. He was a very lonely boy.
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söndag, 23 augusti, 2009
We’re waiting. We’re in a shelter waiting. Waiting for the war to begin. Oh, it’s so tedious!
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lördag, 22 augusti, 2009
He felt like the first day at school. Scared and a bit curious at the same time. He wondered what it’d be like to be dead.
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lördag, 22 augusti, 2009
He was happy once. At least he thought he’d been. Or was that a film he’d seen?
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