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"when you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. everything's unknown, virgin... after you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. you'll know these people. once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it'll belong to you because you've lived there. that was about to happen to me, but I didn't know it yet."
"later, much later, back in paris, each harrowing ordeal will become an adventure. for some idiotic reason, your most horrific experiences are the stories you most love to tell."
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I see that the bruises come with the party. It's quite scary. It looks like someone beat the crap out of you.
Poor Siina, I hope the Finlandia helped you not feeling it.
don't worry, it's not all me. it's harald's shoulder and my leg. but yes, we only felt the pain next morning (with the headache).
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