psychodollz @ 2005-12-22T17: 25:00
22.12.
The Langers saw every few minutes on the clock. The cake was on the table, waiting to be touched. Everyone was excited, Freya had agreed that her new friend and Nevin would come for coffee. The latter was a bit more and made eingetrudelt now useful with Finn in the kitchen.
"That has to be really something quite serious, if Daria now imagine your parents," she said, counting out the cutlery.
"She talks of practically nothing else ... really scary, but kinda cute!" Agreed her at Finn. "Ui, here they come!"
The bell rang at the door, Mrs. Langer los rushed to open. Nevin grinned and shook his head.
"Curious, we're not, we always woolen know everything!"
Daria kissed goodbye Freya.
"Did you mean ... I went there? My parents are always n little weird, right?" The redhead asked jittery.
"Of course. It was perfect, your family is so nice! You make me go home?"
Freya smiled and nodded, then they made their way through the snow. The hands intertwined, they strolled through the streets, passing under decorated trees. In front of a dingy-white-painted building were they stand, the home of Daria. With her father she had not endured since her mother was cut off. Moreover, their apartment was very cozy, most neighbors were quite tolerable. You put the key into the lock.
"Are you still high?"
"Sure!"
The staircase was completely'verseucht graffiti-', however, equipped not only with text, but also with pictures. The railing was shaky, probably not acceptable, the steps echoed. Daria lived on the top floor, where all the smells started.
"over there is just the floor," she said, smiling. "Almost no one will be junk in there. Is almost forgotten, all in the basement. I have my hammock up there ... . And my books "
" Can we short time high "
" Sure, but in winter it is extremely cold - no heating. I have n couple of blankets on top. "
Rustic wooden beams that supported the ceiling, divided the long room off to tenants, lonely bulbs donated faint light, which, like ghost fingers danced over the objects. Daria had many works, a chair seemed quite out of cheap to insist romance novels.
trash, "she murmured to explain." I was thirteen when I've read the past. Then they are just flying through the area until I glued it. "
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