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Thursday, January 25, 2007
I remember sitting in the backseat of the car. She sat in the frontpassenger-seat. It was dawn. A beautiful morning. The horizon coloured some sort of orange/pink/yellow/purple shade and birds were waking up as the car swooshed over the asfalt. I put my hand on her shoulder. She took it. Rubbed it with her thumb. Turned her head. Saw the question in my eyes. Smiled. Looked into my soul. There was no sound when her lips formed the word "no".