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My hands kept shaking, my stomach twisting i to knots, I felt sweat dripping off my forhead, down to my cheeks. I carefully turn the page, closeing my eyes...
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I took a deep breath.
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I closed the book. Leaning over the edge of my bed, a burning sensation climbed through my throat, as I spilled whatever I had eaten last onto the floor. When the flood stopped, I was still leant over, coughing. My eye's were still closed.
Then I heard it. A voice, almost... a whisper... so soft... so sweet...
I opened my eyes and felt tears fill them. I looked at my lap, the book still there, still worn down, still a rusty red, the smell of bacon grease and must. It was on the very first page.
This Book Belongs To Tord Laysen.