Jay slept over at my Mom's place. Her call was the first one I got in the morning. »Zdravo, mami…«
She reads the story she has written to me and I agree that it is absolutely great. Em's eyes sparkle.
It is pitch dark while I push my bicycle uphill. There is something black in the middle of road, I hear movement in the bushes, the adrenaline pumps in… wow, I am alive!
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