SAG'S AUF DEUTSCH (14)
She's not coming home tonight. She says that she's left forever. The memory is cruel, he said.
Stop that Russian Red, I said in response. I'm still here aren't I? And, yes, the memories are cruel. They haunt me. But, it seems like I can't find a way to go. I'm now thinking Tel Aviv, though.
Are you mad? he said. It was something he always said. When she couldn't read a map, or failed to read his mind.
It made her laugh.
It made her laugh.
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