The story of a missed wedding
30-10-2005 01:42
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I missed a wedding, as I was late. The tram was going for too long. When I finally found the restaurant, approaching it I felt a bad presentiment that if I came in then something bad would happen. I felt a force pulling me away that I could't overcome. When I returned to a tram stop and got onto the tram and left away, I felt a sense of relief.
What is more, remembering how I felt at a wedding of my classmate, I realised that I would better stay away rather than sit with a sour expression and wait until this all finishes.
When my sex life stinks, I can not stare at a couple that is so happy and so close. It maybe causes my envy...
I really hate when everybody first shouts:'Bitter!!! Bitter!!!' and then the couple kisses and everybody stares and claps.
Such events are a real bore!
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I missed a wedding, as I was late. The tram was going for too long. When I finally found the restaurant, approaching it I felt a bad presentiment that if I came in then something bad would happen. I felt a force pulling me away that I could't overcome. When I returned to a tram stop and got onto the tram and left away, I felt a sense of relief.
What is more, remembering how I felt at a wedding of my classmate, I realised that I would better stay away rather than sit with a sour expression and wait until this all finishes.
When my sex life stinks, I can not stare at a couple that is so happy and so close. It maybe causes my envy...
I really hate when everybody first shouts:'Bitter!!! Bitter!!!' and then the couple kisses and everybody stares and claps.
Such events are a real bore!
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