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30.5.04
23-there is a coach, actually the boss - and a princess (resp. for Sh. and inf.). she is nice: i have to get by with her, she is fine and i will. i have noone to talk to about my first lonely steps in that ambiance. coach saw me slowly spreading some tears last thursday: i wasn't even embarrassed. it was my only possible way to show my limits. actually it was not only the booking thing which made me worry: it was the fact that i had mentioned a really humble sum which i imagined as a possible salary.
noone to talk to directly in the 'ambiance' about how i feel. the last friend who i could talk it over with has left a trillion of 3 days ago. i am alone with my feelings about this feeble motion which is going to be built between the three - esp. the 2 of us. i want to documentate this far away from my usual activities in the internet:
I_Am_His_Attachment.
5:14 PM
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