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Here I am, walking back home, alone. It’s Sunday, 11:49 PM. I am too sober to say I’m drunk, too drunk to say I’m tipsy. And I feel sad. Acros...
Here I am, walking back home, alone. It’s Sunday, 11:49 PM. I am too sober to say I’m drunk, too drunk to say I’m tipsy. And I feel sad. Acros...
There comes a time when you just say “this is it.” You break up with your girlfriend or boyfriend, quit your job, stop smoking or decide to leave behind your un...
“You are amazing. I love you” she whispered. I smiled and tidied up her fringe, stuck on her wet forehead. Stayed in silence, staring at her blushing face. HER ...
The driver looked back at my girlfriend in the rearview mirror. “Norwegian? No, no, we don’t like Norwegians” he said roughly in his very basic English; “...
What can I say about London? Not much, really. Only spent one and a half days there, so I’m not able to give an advanced talk on the city and everything r...