dedalus Posted February 22, 2012 Share Posted February 22, 2012 Seven and forty days ago you put impossible demands on me, saying I could go to the bar you work but I was never to talk to you, you were afraid of losing your job. I could call you at certain times and you would be so happy and bubbly, but I was never to meet you in town. You said people were always watching and you were a poor Chinese student. You were so wraithlike so achingly lovely, I rather reluctantly agreed to go along. For seven and forty days, the phone calls from me to you, from you to me, and I’m thinking what the hell is this? In the end I wrote you some e-mails in Chinese, using Google Translate and abruptly the phone calls ceased. I can't decide to this day, whether it was you, or those bastards at Google! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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