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Que no tot és com vas imaginar. A trocets reculls el que queda. Que difícil acceptar que,. Velles cadenes que et priven el pas. I prèn el que la vida et dóna. Deixant enrere les pors i els maldecaps. Que han omplert la teva vida.

Saturday, October 10, 2009. Novella month, day 10. She motioned to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Can I offer you some candy or a metropolitan? The plaque on her desk identified her as Sandy, Director of Processing. She hummed and mixed us each a metropolitan from a desk-side bar. She laughed, a little tinkling laugh.

Sunday, November 01, 2009. The rain fell hard on the heathen plains. It was a cold rain, fat and heavy, soaking everything with doom and sorrow. The surrounding lands had given nothing but blisters and dust for over a month, and when the horns of battle finally rang out, the heavens shrouded themselves within a thick, grey shield and assaulted the earth with its icy weapons.