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no idea; it’s the pencil that’s leading
no idea; it’s the pencil that’s leading
picked up a ‘nice’ cold, blèè
Sunday night; ” you’ll be at school in half an hour?”
Saturday night, home alone & knocked out
Saturday morning at 08.00hrs we say goodbye (after filling in several forms) to Miró at Brussel Midi
on Friday he’s doing much better
Thursday night I sleep with my telephone next to me
while Jack and I have a busy week
April 6th Miró was supposed to go to London; that morning he’s not feeling well.
luckily, April first has passed
the birds are back in town
there’s a world outside my window