February 2009
Punkt, slut. Solen går upp. En man stiger av tåget: resan är över. Då, med ett häftigt ryck, börjar plötsligt perrongen att röra sig.
-Are you nuts? -It's been suggested -You're not a stalker or anything, right? -I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me, remember? -That is the oldest trick in the stalker book. -Really?
-Joley? -Yeah, Tangerine? -Am I ugly? When I was a kid I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonly it is to be a kid. Like you don't matter