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After this I can’t sleep anymore, I hear the black birds singing in the garden, most likely they gossip about me but I buy their silence with a slice of toasted bread. I think, they think I’m nuts, at least eccentric, but I don’t mind.
Sometimes I miss you. Other times I don’t.
If you were here I couldn’t do all these things.
I would have milk in the morning and I would have to put the things of the fridge in place and the things of my life as well.
Tidiness is very important for you; for me untidiness is tidiness.
This evening for the first time I heard the singing of the first cicadas of summer.
I like cicadas. A cicada and I are alike; I’m a cicada too, finally…
More so, I shouldn’t have ordered that birthday cake.
Should I have bought a different one you wouldn’t have known the difference.
Perhaps the Pandora box wouldn’t have been opened.

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