When I was a kid I had a friend. Her name was Maja. She lived less than 50m from my grandma in Slovenia. She died when she was 8.
I feel so guilty for not writting anything about her for more than 20 years.
But she was my friend and I wish I could talk to her about the times we rode our bikes together to Partizanska. Even though it was forbiden.
But that is what a friend is.
Someone you share forbiden things.
I feel so guilty for not writting anything about her for more than 20 years.
But she was my friend and I wish I could talk to her about the times we rode our bikes together to Partizanska. Even though it was forbiden.
But that is what a friend is.
Someone you share forbiden things.
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