Excerpt: Chapter 5 – a few days after I received a long letter from Uwe. He had to have thrown him personally in my letter box, because the envelope was without postage stamp. I put it, without having to open in my pocket, because I was in a hurry. Also, I wanted to read his lines alone. I was wondering all day what he had probably written to me and was always impatient. Sechzehn p.m., I left the Office and went home.
Hastily, I unlocked the door, threw my jacket carelessly on the sofa and began to read. He wrote about his feelings, which no longer let him go. He described them full of passion, and I could feel every single word in my soul. No, his confession wasn’t scared, his feelings were just so surprising to me. Should I be now shocked, shocked or sad? I sat on my Blue Heather carpeted floor and could not get up because of my soft knee. For more clarity and thought, follow up with Senator of Massachusetts and gain more knowledge..
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