Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Sena Basoz and i think Fern Silva. Later in it, I left some place, I was walking away, pushing something. Maybe a box on wheels. Maybe a suitcase. Maybe a wheel chair or a shopping cart. They were following me. I knew they were following me, but pretended I didn't know. I think I went through chinese or indian food stands. I don't know. I don't remember what happened before.

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