o my fatav. Beures rose and reac its clao wrap around my neck.

    tess sat on t, and t ter t;Youve s okay, its okay.quot; I buried my face on  and sroked my il I gained my full senses. For a moment, I did not know w know who I was now or ever.

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    Sion. quot;At my mot you remember? s ;

    I shivered in her embrace.

    quot;as it t mean old Mrs. Ungerland? You need to concentrate on ant and stop cer . Dont you knos you I love. And always ;

    Everyone  too dire to confess to friend or lover, priest or psycrist, too ent to excise  o ignore it; ot deep and lug it unspoken to t so  even times forgets t exists. I do not  to lose our c  to lose tess. My fear of being found out as a ced by tess  of t of my life.

    After rue story of Gustav, it is no  I remembered so little from t been stolen, I  our er in California  and a reminder of all t  stake.

    started seeing ttributed it to tress of discovering my past. tions, nig of my imagination, but tures s taunting me: an orange peel on table; an open bottle of beer on top of television; cigarette butts burning in t missing. My ced piano tropateition. Pograpters, books. I once  at t doairs and found a baked en on tertop. Furniture t  been moved in ages suddenly appeared next to open  my mot tramping on t outside to investigate. ty minutes later, time, one of t e in our backyard.  outside to catc, ture less, and I ed only for to go a peace.

    Someto be done about my old friends.