the day ´my precious´ got stolen

[anchorman]

It´s 9am. After an 18 hour bus ride I emerge exhausted as usual, my body neither knows day from night even if my eyes are blinded by the sun. Dizzying out of the station I make my way out of Retiro Omnibus Terminal. I step out, not very sure footed inspite of my knowledge of where to go next. I walk past and must look lost, tired and alone. It´s

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[techsta_girl]

that is totally shit. Sorry to hear that.

I'm glad you're being philosophical about it though because I'd still be screaming and kicking and punching walls.