Memories, memories, memories. Although I make plenty of money here in the Baltics, my life, to be honest, is wretchedly lonely. I know lots of people, to be sure, but just because circumstance has fortuitously lumped us together, it doesn't mean I actually want to associate with them. I mean, back home I wouldn't give them the time of day, so why should I delude myself now that they are "okay." No, no, no - it's far better to endure my loneliness and stay true to my misanthropic instincts. But the other night I was overwhelmed with memories of happier days. I lay awake for hours remembering...
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