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The escape and The escape…in the mirror
The sun had risen for a long time, it was 7 and Kit the planet had already opened. So I called them, in the end, I had to give to somebody answer where I was. "The planet…Kit on the telephone." "Hello Tina is calling" "Hello Tina" "I wanted to say to you that I have met a decision." "This pleases me, little one." "I have booked a flight to Seattle for today. I would like to see to bed, would like to talk with her." "Wow, this went fast. Are you sure?" "Yes, absolutely. I want to wait no longer I have waited already so long. Can you understand this?" "Of course, little one. If it is now the right time for you, it is also right." "I believe, there never is the right time for it, but I am ready to try today." "Good luck, little one." "Thank you." "When you come back?" "I have no notion. I simply leave everything on myself to come. At least I have this week vacation. We will see." "Please, announce you again, okay?" "Yes, this I become. Bye." "Bye."
I ordered myself a taxi to the airport, still took the remaining things and mended them into the pocket. Now, nevertheless, the letter, would have forgotten I nearly the letter. Well, actually, it has become no letter, rather a slip of paper and still thought I tonight that I did not need to say any more, any more did not need to write, no more, so that you would understand what went forward in me. I folded the slip of paper once and put him in my jacket pocket. Then it went off.
I was too early of course at the airport, bought one more newspaper and the newest lesbian magazine to myself, drank a cup of coffee, sixth meanwhile in this morning, and watched the busy activity of the people. If one watched the people on an airport in such a way, one could see the whole width of the feeling palette. There were the people who came from somewhere. They had an amount of luggage, were burnt brown and looked recovered. They shone over the whole face and were mostly received by a few good friends. In a corner stood a young man, beginning 20, he had smartly dressed, in the hand a rose. He waits certainly for his friend or his friend I thought when a young woman with tears rushed in the eyes towards him. They have not probably seen themselves very long or are in love just freshly there every day is without other too much. An older married couple sat on a bank directly at the exit, they kept to the hands and I could see how uncertainly they were … many people, the loud noises, he looked incessantly at his clock, while she saw searching in the area.
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