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Yes, hallo…it’s me.
I just wrote you a message on my pager but you didn’t answer and on ICQ you’re offline as well…finally, install that stupid thing and you can’t even be bothered to answer.
By the time that you finally get back to your apartment I will be already gone, I guess…wanted to say you something, like right now, ‘cause you know in a short while we won’t have any time left and you are once more busy with your fucking Claire Danes look-a-like or who might be even popular with you guys…you know the fact that she comes from god-knows-where California and wears a blue shirt with white flowers on it does not yet mean she’s your damned Romeo, y’ know? And Romeo was male, not some butch with short hair and a nose-piercing. Well, anyways, when we went shopping Liselotte told me that she saw you guys hanging out with some folks that no-one knows about…like she saw you guys breaking into some kinda factory… wait, what? Is my minute already up?
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Where was I…oh yeah, the breaking and entering…doesn’t matter anyway.
I wanted to tell you something or confess, or I dunno…remember what I told you at the party we were both at? Something like two months ago? Probably not, with the amount you drank that evening, my god. I wasn’t feeling well myself, heh. Well, y’know, if you don’t remember it…that’s maybe for the best, I guess, maybe…to be honest I don’t know. Look, since the first moment we met I knew we were gonna be very good friends. You know, like forever? But for the last couple of years, mostly since the university, we started to lose contact. And that’s sad. Remember when we were like 17 and went to our first party together? Man, was that awesome… But yeah, it is a bit normal that we separated with like different friend groups and me never having time with all my hobby’s…heh, I don’t know what I have to say right now…man, this would be a lot easier if you just were home ‘cause now I am standing here and the rain is beating against the roof of my phonebox and I haven’t got any money left…shit.
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Damned phone…why can’t messages be any longer? Freaking limit of one minute.
Anyways…gotta be quick before I don’t have any time left…listen, so we started drifting apart…I was being difficult, I was trying to be popular, I focused on the boys and the relationships, didn’t notice you and you remained stuck in the past. A past that was actually far better than the present that I chose, a past where I was still free to hang out with you.…but I didn’t know it then. And then you went away, for the whole summer, to your uncle in Oregon and then you returned all flannel shirts and tattoo’s and posters of Kurt Cobain and my circle of friends looks at you as that weird kid that‘s always late and we can’t hang out together at all…
And now, it has come so far that I am leaving tomorrow, far away from Belgium and it’s unlikely at all that I will return so I want to tell you this right now, ‘cause y’know, then it will be just like in that song, the one you like…from Lost Girls: “Life is not like a movie, he won’t chase you through the airport, disregarding laws and security, she won’t suddenly come back after all those years to run into you.Mary’s in India, someone that you used to know and you’re left wondering whatsername has been." So, what I actually wanted to say is that I…
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