Concern and confidence
Version 1
Last update: 25 July 2003
Feedback welcome: anders_wallen@mac.com
Author's note:
As this is a continuation of "Anguish, my heritage", I recommend that all readers start of with that story before reading this one. That way things become much easier to understand. Trust me. If you don't trust me, ask Bob. Bob who? See, I told you so!
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die
Late at night. Mono's bedroom.
Aargh! Not tonight too!
He was an insomniac. He had been for over a year. Night after night he would twist and tu
Anguish, my heritage
Version 1
Last update: 18 july 2003
Feedback welcome: anders_wallen@mac.com
Evening. The parking lot outside the recidence
Ora walked over to the trunk and pulled out the gym bag. "Mmph", she thought as it passed her nose when she swung the bag over her shoulder. "I hope Neige has fixed the washing machine. The trips to the laundromat are becoming a drag." The trunk slammed shut and the car alarm gave of a tweeking sound.
When she walked up to the house she got that feeling again. The feeling that she was beeing watched. The feeling of precense. This had become a regular experience over the last months. She turned
Anguish, my heritage
Version 1
Last update: 18 july 2003
Feedback welcome: anders_wallen@mac.com
Evening. The parking lot outside the recidence
Ora walked over to the trunk and pulled out the gym bag. "Mmph", she thought as it passed her nose when she swung the bag over her shoulder. "I hope Neige has fixed the washing machine. The trips to the laundromat are becoming a drag." The trunk slammed shut and the car alarm gave of a tweeking sound.
When she walked up to the house she got that feeling again. The feeling that she was beeing watched. The feeling of precense. This had become a regular experience over the last months. She turned
Concern and confidence
Version 1
Last update: 25 July 2003
Feedback welcome: anders_wallen@mac.com
Author's note:
As this is a continuation of "Anguish, my heritage", I recommend that all readers start of with that story before reading this one. That way things become much easier to understand. Trust me. If you don't trust me, ask Bob. Bob who? See, I told you so!
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die
Late at night. Mono's bedroom.
Aargh! Not tonight too!
He was an insomniac. He had been for over a year. Night after night he would twist and tu
Anguish, my heritage
Version 1
Last update: 18 july 2003
Feedback welcome: anders_wallen@mac.com
Evening. The parking lot outside the recidence
Ora walked over to the trunk and pulled out the gym bag. "Mmph", she thought as it passed her nose when she swung the bag over her shoulder. "I hope Neige has fixed the washing machine. The trips to the laundromat are becoming a drag." The trunk slammed shut and the car alarm gave of a tweeking sound.
When she walked up to the house she got that feeling again. The feeling that she was beeing watched. The feeling of precense. This had become a regular experience over the last months. She turned
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