| What's wrong Nawid? |
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| Friday, 22 September 2006 23:38 | |||
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She suddenly lets her self fall and sits on the armrest of my chair, putting her hand around me and pulls me towards herself. "What's wrong Nawid?" I halfturn and look at her and say nothing. I focus on my work. Again. She sighs deeply and walks away. The frustration can be read from the way she lifts her arm from my shoulder. It's not the first time.
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