

Not Feeling Yourself?Not Feeling YourselfNot Feeling Yourself?
I woke up to the sound of the repeated high-pitched wail of an alarm clock. I silenced it, pushed back the sheets and got up. After a quick cold shower I dressed and went downstairs. Edward Wetherby hates breakfast cereals, the milk always results in sludgy mush that makes him feel physically sick; but I poured myself a bowl of corn flakes, drowned them in milk and began to eat his breakfast. Half an hour later and I stood at the bus stop. The number seventeen bus arrived 17 minutes late. “How Ironic” Edward thought. I handed over my fare and took a seat at the back of the bus. “Are you alr

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When I go, I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather
Not screaming and clawing at the dashboard like the passengers in his car
hvala na favu
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suzi
nema na čemu
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When I go, I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather
Not screaming and clawing at the dashboard like the passengers in his car
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