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Skribentens beskrivelse af Lifes toughI said nothing and went to my scooter and drove down to the harbor. On my way there I heard the police officer’s siren and looking back. That was the last thing I needed. I hurried to drive into any trail system where they could not enter. I escaped again. Now I'm sitting here. Looking out over the ocean. I can´t see any country. Only small and big vessels. I try to think of how wonderful life is. I enjoy the view, the sun shining on me and my scooter. thought little and remembering that my teaching and my father will just help me and not provoke me. |
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